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Tragicall Hiſtorie of

HAMLET

Prince of Denmarke

By William Shakeſpeare .

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The Tragicall Hiſtorie of

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Prince of Denmarke.

Enter twoCentinels.

Tand : who is that?

Tis 1.
I. O you comemoſt carefully vpon your watch ,
2. And if youmcete Marcellus and Horatio ,
The partners ofmywatch , bid them make haſte.
1. I will : See who goes there .
Enter Horatio and Marcellus.
Hor . Friends to this ground .
Mar. Andleegemen to the Dane,
O farewell honcft ſouldier,who hath releeued you ?
1. Barnardohath my place , giue you good night.
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Mar. Holla, Barnardo.

2. Say, is Horatio there?
Hor . A peece of him .
2. Welcome Horatio, welcomegood Marcellu .
Mar. Whathath this thing appear'd again to night.
2. I haue fecnenothing .
Mar. Horatio ſayes tis but our fantaſic,
And wil not let belicfctake hold ofhim ,
Touching thisdreaded Gght twice ſecneby vs,
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Therefore I hauc intreated him alongwith vs
To watch the minutes ofthis night,
That if again this apparition come,
Hemay approoue our eyes,andſpeake to it.
Hor. Tut, twill not appcare.
2. Sit downe I pray, and let vs once againc
Aſſaile your cares that are ſo fortified ,
Whatwe haue two nights ſeene.
Hor. Wel,fit we downe,andlet vs hearc Bernardoſpcake
of this.
2. Laſt nightof al,when yonder ſtarre that'sweſt
ward from the polc,hadmade his courſe to
Ilumine that part of hcauen . Where now itbumes,
The bell then towling one.
Exter Ghoft.

Mar. Breakeoff your talke, ſeewhere it comes againc.

2. In the ſame figure like the King that's dead,
Mar. Thou art a ſcholler,ſpcake to it Horatio.
2. Lookesitnot likethe king?
Hor. Moſt like, it horrorsmee with feare and wonder.
2. It would be ſpoke to .
Mar. Queſtion it Horatio .
Hor. What art thou that thusvſurps the ſtate, in
Which theMaieſtie ofburied Denmarke did ſometimes
Walke ? By hcauen I charge theſpeake.
Mar. It is offended . exit Ghof .
2. Sce, it ſtalkes away.
Hor . Stay , ſpcake, (pcake , by hcauen I chargethee
ſpeake.
Mar. Tis gone and makes no anſwer .
2. How now Horatio,you tremble and looke pale ,
Is northisſomethingmore than fantaſic ?
What thinke you on't?
Hor. Aforemy God, Imightnot this belccue , without
the ſenſible and true aliouch ofmyowne eyes.
Mar.
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Mar. Is it notlike theKing?
Hor. As thou art to thy ſelfe,
Such was the very armor he had on ,
When hethe ambitious Norway combated.
So frownd heonce ,when in an angry parle
Helmot theſcaded pollax on theyce,
Tis ſtrange.
Mar. Thustwice before, and iump at this dead hower ,
With Marſhall Italke he paſſed through ourwatch .
Hor . In whatparticular to worke, I know not ,
But in the thought and ſcopeofmyopinion ,
This bodes Comeſtrange cruption to the ſtate.
Mar. Good,now ſit downe, and tellmehethatknowes
Why this ſame ſtrikeand moſt obſeruaniwatch ,
So nightly toyles the ſubiect ofthe land,
And why ſuch dayly coſt ofbrazen Cannon
And forrainemarte, for implementsofwarre,
Why ſuch impreſſe of (hip -writes,whoſe fore taske
Doesnot diuide thcſunday from theweeke:
What mightbe toward that this ſweaty march
Doth make the night ioynt labourer with theday ,
Who is't that can informeme?
Hor . Mary that can I, at leaſt the whiſper goes ſo ,
Our late King , who asyou know was by Forten
Braſle of Norway,
Therсto prickt ón by amoft emulous cauſe, dared to
The combate, in which our valiant Hamlet,
For lo this ſide of our knowncworldeſteemed him ,
Did Nlay this Fortenbraſſe ,
Who by a ſcale compactwell ratified,by law
And heraldrie , did forfeit with his life all thoſe
His lands which he ſtoode feazed ofby the conqueror,
Againſt thewhich amoity competent,
Was gaged by our King:
Now lir, yong Fortenbrale,
Ofinapproued moule hot and full,
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Hathin the skirts of Norwayhere and there,
Sharkevp a lightoflawleſle Reſolutes
For food and diet to ſome enterpriſe,
That hach a ſtomacke in't : andthis (I take it ) is the
Chietehead and ground ofthis ourwatch ,
Enter theGhoſt .
But loe,behold,ſee where it comes againe ,
Ile croſſe it,though it blaſt me : ſtay illuſion ,
If there be any good thing to be done,
Thatmay doc caſc to thee,and grace tomee,
Spcake to mee.
If thou art priuy co thy countries fate,
Which happly foreknowing may preuent, О ſpeake tome,
Orifthou haſt extorted in thy life,
Orhoorded treaſurein thewombe of earth ,
Forwhich they ſay you Spirites oft walke in death , ſpeake
to me, Itay and ſpeake, ſpeake, ſtoppe it Marcellus .
2. Tis heere. cxit Ghost .
Hor . Tisheere.
Mare. Tis gone, Owe docit wrong , being ſo maicfti
call, to offer it the hew of violence ,
For it is as the ayre invelmorable,
And our vaine blowesmalitiousmockery .
2. Itwas about to ſpeakewhen the Cockecrew .
Hor. And then it faded like a guiliy thing,
Vpon a fearefullſummons: I hauc heard
The Cocke,that is the trainpet to the morning,
Doth with his carely and Thrillcrowing throate,
Awake the god ofday, and at his ſound,
Whether in earth or ayre, in ſea or fire,
The ſtravagantand erring ſpirite hies
To his confines, and of the trueth heercof
This preſent obicét madeprobation .
Marc. Itfaded on the crowing of the Cocke,
Someſay,thateuer gainſtthat ſealon comes,
Wherein our Sauiours birth is celebrated ,
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The bird of dawning ſingeth allnightlong,

And then they ſay, no ſpirite dare walke abroade,
Thenightsarewholeſome,then no planet frikes,
No Fairie takes,'nor Witch hath powre to charme,
Sogratious,and ſo hallowed is that time.
Hor. So haue I heard , and doc in partebelecucit:
But ſee the Sunne in ruſſetmantle clad ,
Walkes orcthe deaw of yon hiemountainc top ,
Breakeweourwatch vp, and bymyaduiſe,
Let vsimpart what wechauc ſeene to night
Vnto yong Hamlet : for upon mylife
This Spirite dumbe to vs will ſpeake to him :
Doyou conſent,wee ſhall acquainthim with it ,
Asncedefull in our louc, fitting our duetie ?
Marc. Lets doo't I pray, and I this morning know ,
Where weſhall finde him moſt conueniently .

Enter King, Queene, Hamlet, Leartes, Corumbis,

and theiwe Ambaſſadors,with Attendants.

King Lordes,we herehaue writ to Fortenbraſſe ,

Nephew to olde Norway,whoimpudent
And bed -rid ,ſcarcely heares ofthis his
Nephewspurpoſe : and Wee heere diſpatch
Yong good Cornelia, and you Voltemar
For bearers of theſe greetings to olde
Norway, giuing to you no furtherperſonallpower
Tobuſineſſe with the King ,
Then thoſe related articles do ſhow :

Farewell,and let your haſtc commend your dutie .

Gent. In this and allthingswill wee Thew ourdutic.
King.Wec doubtnothing, hartily farewel:
And now Learteswhat's the newes with you ?
You ſaid you had a fute whati'ft Leartes?
Lea : My gratiousLord, your fauorable licence,
Now that the funerall rites are allperformed ,
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I may haue lcaue to go againeto France ,
For though the fauour of your gracemight ſtaymce,
Yet ſomething is there whiſpers in myhart,
Which makes mymindeandſpirits bend all for France.
King · Haue you your fathers lcauc,Leartes?
Cor. Hchath ,mylord,wrung from me aforced graunt,
And Ibeſeech you grantyour Highneſſeleauc.
King With all our heart, Lcartes fare thee well.
Lear . Iin alllouc and dutie cakemylcaue.
King. And now princely Sonne Hamlet, Exit .
What macanestheſe ſad andmelancholymoodes?
Foryour intent going to Wittenberg,
Wec hold itmoſt vnincet and vnconuenient,
Being the loy and halfc heartof yourmother.
Therefore let mee intreat you ſtay in Court ,
All Denmarkeshopeour coolin and deareſt Sonne.
Ham . Mylord , ti's notthe ſable ſute I wcare:
No nor the teares that ſtill ſtand in my eyes,
Nor the diſtracted hauiour in the viſage,
Nor all together mixtwith outward (emblance,
Is equall to the ſorrow ofmy heart,
Him haue I loft Imuſt of force forgoc,
Theſe but the ornaments and Cutes of woc.
King Thisthewes a louing care in you , SonneHamlet,
Butyou muſt thinke your father loft á father,
That father dead, loft his, and ſo Thalbe yntill the
Generall ending. Therefore ceaſe laments,
It is a fault gainſt heauen ,fault gainſt the dead,
A fault gainſt nature, and in realons
Common courſe moſt certaine,
None liues on carch ,but hee is bometo die.
Que. Letnot thymother looſe her praiers Hamlet,
Stay here with vs, go notto Wittenberg .
Ham . IMall in allmybeſt obay youmadam .
King Spoke like a kindc and amoſt louing Sonne,
And there'sno health the King ſhall drinke to day ,
But
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But the great Canon to the clowdes ſhall tell
Therowſe theKing ſhalldrinke ynto Prince Hamlei .
Exeunt allbutHamlet.
Ham . O that this toomuch gricu'd and ſallied Acth
Would meltto nothing, or that thcvniuerfall
Globe ofheauen would turne al to a Chaos!
O God within twomoneths;no not two :maried ,
Miac yncle : 0 letmenot thinke of it,
Myfathers brother :but no more like
Myfather, then I to Hercules.
Within twomonths, ere yet the ſalt ofmoſt
Vnrightcous (cares had lefttheir fluſhing
In her galled eyes : themarried , O God , a beaſt
Dcuoyd of reaſon would nothauemade
Such ſpeede: Frailtic,thy nameis Woman ,
Why thewould hangon him , as if increaſe
Of appetite had grownebywhat it looked on .
O wicked wicked ſpecde , to make ſuch
Dexteritic to inceſtuousſectes ,
Ere yettheſhooes were olde,
The which the followed my dead fathers corſo
Like Ngobe, all tcares :married, well itis not,
Nor it cannotcometo good :
But breakemy heart,for Imuſt holdemy tongue.
Enter Horatio and Marcellus.
Hor. Health to your Lordship .
Ham . I am very glad to ſee you, ( Horatio ) or Imuch
forgetmyſelfe.
Hor. The ſamemyLord,and your poore ſeruant euer.
Ham . O my good friend, I change thatnamewith you :
but whatmake you from Wittenberg Horatio?
Marcellus.
Marc. Mygood Lord .
Ham . I am very glad to ſee you, good cuen (ws:
Butwhatis your affaire in Elfenoure !
Wecletcach you to drinkedecpe cre you depart.
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Hor . A trowant difpofition,my good Lord.
Ham . Nor ſhall you makemec trufter
Ofyour owne report againſt your ſelfe:
Sir, Iknow you are no crowant:
But what is your affaire in Elſenoure?
Hor. Mygood Lord ,I cameto ſee your fathers funerall.
Ham . Olpre thee do notmockemce fellow ſtudient,
I thinkeitwas to ſeemy mothers wedding :
Hor. Indeede my Lord, it followed hard vpon .
Ham . Thrift,thrift,Horatio, the funerallbak't nicates
Did coldly furniſh forth themarriage tables,
Would I had metmydeercft focin hcauen
Ere euer Ihad ſeen that day Horatio ;
Oiny father ,my father ,methinks Iſeemy father,
Hor. Wheremy Lord ?
Ham . Why,in mymindes eye Horatio.
Hor. I ſaw him once, he was a gallant King .
Ham . Hewas a man , take him for all in all,
I Thallnot lookevpon hislikeagainc.
Hor. MyLord , Ithinke I ſaw him yeſternight,
Ham . Saw , who ?
Hor. MyLord,the King your father.
Ham . Ha, ha,the King my father keyou .
Hor . Ccalen your admiration for a while
With an attentiuc care, till Imay deliuer,
Vpon the witneſſe oftheſc Gentlemen
This wonder to you .
Ham . For Gods loueletmehcare it.
Hor . Two nightstogether had theſe Gentlemen ,
Marcellus and Bernardo, on their watch ,
In the dead vaſt and middle of the night.
Beene thus incountered by a figure like your father,
Armed to poynt, exactly Capapea
Appeeres beforethem thriſe,hewalkes
Before their weake and feare oppreſſed eies.
Within his tronchions length ,
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While they diſtilled almoſt to gelly .
With the act of feare ſtandsdumbe,
Andſpcake not to him : this to mee
In dreadfull ſecreſieimpartthey did .
And Iwith them the third night kept thewatch ,
Where as they had dcliuered formcof the thing.
Each part made true and good ,
The Apparition comes : 1knew your father,
Theſe handes are notmore like.
Ham . Tis very ſtrange.
Hor. As Ido liue,myhonord lord , tis truc,
And wee did thinke it right donc ,
In our dutic to let you know it.
Ham . Where was this ?
Mar.My Lord ,vpon the platformewherewewatched .
Ham . Did you not ſpeaks to it?
Hor, MyLord wedid,but anſwere made it none,
Yet once me thought it was about to ſpeakc,
And lifted vp his head to motion ,
Like ashewould ſpeake, but cuen then
Themorning cockecrew lawd, and in allhafte,
ItMruncke in haſteaway ,and vaniſhed
Our fight.
Ham . Indeed , indeed firs,but this troublesme:
Hold you the watch to nighi ?
All We do my Lord .
Ham . Armed lay ye?
All Armed my good Lord .
Ham . From top to toed
All. Mygood Lord , from head to foote.
Ham . Why then ſaw you nothis faced
Hor. Oyesmy Lord ,hewore his bcuervo .
Ham . How look'thc, frowningly?
Hor . A countenance more in forrow than in anger .
Ham . Pale , or red ?
Hor . Nay , voric pal
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Ham . And fixthis eies vpon you .
Hor. Moſt conſtantly .
Ham . I would I had been there.
Hor. It would a much amazed you.
Ham . Yea very like,very like, ſtaid it long?
Hor. While one with moderate pace
Might tell a hundred .
Mar. O longer, longer.
Ham . His bcard was griſeld,no.
Hor . Itwas as Ihauelcenc itin his life,
A ſable ſiluer ,
Ham . Iwil watch to night, perchance t'wil walkc againe.
Hor . I warrant it will.
Ham . If it allumemy noblefathers perſon,
Ileſpcake to it, if hell itſelfe ſhould gape,
And bid mehold mypeace ,Gentlemen ,
Ifyou haue hither conſcaled this fight,
Let it be tenible in your ſilence ſtill,
And whatſocuer elſe ſhall chance to night,
Giueit an ynderſtanding,butno tongue,
I will requit your loues,ſo fare you well,
Vpon the platforme, twixt eleuen and ewelac,
Ile vific you .
All. Our duties to your honor. excint .
Ham . O your loues,your loues, as miac to you ,
Farewell ,my fathers ſpirit in Armes,
Well, all's not well. I doubt ſome foule play ,
Would the nightwere come,
Till then ,fit fillmy ſoule, foule deeds will riſe
Though all the world orewhelmethem to mens cies. Exit.
Enter Leories and Ofelia.
Leart. Myneceſſaries are inbarkt, Imuſt aboord ,
Butere I part,marke what I ſay to thee :
I fee Prince Hamletmakes a Mhew oflouc
Beware Ofelia,do nottruſt his vowes,
Perhapsheloues you now , and now his tongue,

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Speakesfrom his heart, but yet take heed mylifter,
The Charicftmaideis prodigall enough ,
If The Unmaske hir beautic to the Moonc.
Vertue it felfe ſcapes not calumniousthoughts,
Belicu's Ofelia,therefore keepc aloofc
Left that he trip thy honor and thy fame.
Ofel. Brother,to this Ihaue lent attentiuc care,
And doubtnot but to kcepemyhonour firme,
Butmy deerebrother,do not you
Like to a cunning Sophiſter,
Teach methe path and ready way to heauen ,
While you forgettingwhatisſaid to me,
Your felfe , liketo a careleſſe libertine
Doth giuc his heart, his appetite at ful,
And little reckshow that his honour dies.
Lear. No, feare it notmy deereOfelia,
Here comes my father, occaſion (miles vpon a ſecond leauc.
Enter Corambis.
Cor. Yet here Learles? aboord ,aboord ,for ſhame,
The winde fits in the ſhoulder of your faile ,
And you are ſtaid for , theremy bleſſing with thee
And theſe few precepts in thymemory.
“ Bethou familiar,butbyno meanes vulgare,
“ Thoſe friends thou hart,and their adoptions tried ,
“ Graplethem to thee with ahoopeofſteele,
" Butdo notdullthe palmewith entertaine,
“ Of cuery new vnfleg d courage,
“ Beware of entrance into a quarrelkbut being in ,
“ Bcareit that the oppoſed may beware ofthec,
“ Coſtly thy apparrell, asthy purſe can buy.
“ Butnot cxpreft in talhion ,
" For theapparel! oft proclairaestheman .
And they of France of the chiefe ranckeand ſtation
Are of a moſtſelectand generall chiefe in that :
« This aboue all, to thy owncfelfe be truc,
Andit muſt follow as the night the day ,
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Thou canſt not then be falſe to anyone,
Farewel,my bleſſing with thçe.
Lear. I humbly takemy leauc,farewell Ofelia ,
And reinember wellwhat Ihaue ſaid to you . exit.
Ofel. It is already lock'ewithin myhart,
And you your ſelfe ſhall keepc thc key ofit .
Cor : Whati'lt Ofelia hehath faideto you ?
Ofel Somthing touching the prince Hamlet.
Cor. Mary welthoughton , l'is giucn meto vnderſtand ,
That you haue bin too prodigallof your maiden preſence
Vnto Prince Hamlet,ifitbe ſo ,
Asſo tis giuen tomee, and that in waie of caution
Imuſt tellyou ;you do not vnderſtand your ſelfc
So wellasbefits myhonor, and your credite .
Ofel. My lord , he hath made inany tenders of his loue
tome.
Cor. Tenders, J, I,tenders youmay call them .
Ofel. And withall,ſuch earneft vowes.
Cor. Springes to catch woodcocks,
What do not I know when the blood doth burne,
How prodigall the tongue lends the heart vowes,
In briefe,be more ſcanter of yourmaiden preſence,
Or tendring thusyou'l tendermee afoole.
Ofel. I thall obay mylord in allImay.
Cor. Ofelia, receiue none of his letters,
“ For louerslines are (nares to intrap theheart;
« Refuſe his cokens,both of them arekeyes
To unlocke Chaſtitie ynto Defire;
Come in Ofelia , ſuch men often proue,
" Great in their wordes, butlittle in their loue .
Ofel. I will my lord . exeunt.
Enter Hamlet, Horatio,and Marcellus.
Ham . The ayre bites ſhrewd;it is an cager and
An nipping winde, what houre i'ft ?
Hor. I think it lacks of (welue, Sound Trumpets .
Mar. No, t'is ſtruckc .
Hora.
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Hor. Indeed Iheard it not,what doth thismean inylord?
Ham . O theking doth waketo nighe, & takes his rowſe,
Keepewaffcl,and the ſwaggering vp- ſpring reeles,
And ashe dreames, his draughtsofreniſh downe,
Thekettle, drummc, and trumpet,thus bray out,
The triumphes ofhis pledge.
Hor . Is it a cuſtomehere?
Ham Imaryi'ſt and though I am
Natiuehere, and to themancr borne,
It is a cuſtome,more honourd in thebreach ,
Then in the obſeruance .
Enter the Ghost.
Hor. Lookemy Lord ,it comes.
Ham .Angelsand Miniſters of grace defendvs,
Be thou a ſpirite ofhealth , or goblin damn'd ,
Bring with thec ayres from heanen , or blaſts from hell:
Be thy intents wicked or charitable ,
Thou commeftin ſuch queſtionable ſhape,
That I will ſpeak to thee,
Ile call thee Hamlet ,King , Father,Royall Dane,
O anſweremee, letmeenot burſt in ignorance,
Butſay why thy canonizd bones hearſed in death
Haue burrt their ceremonies :why thy Sepulcher,
In which wee law thee quietly interr'd ,
Hath burſt his ponderous and marble lawes,
To calt chee vp againe: whatmay thismcane,
That thou, dead corſe,againe in compleate ſteele ,
Reuiſfets thus the glimſes of theMoone,
Makingnighthideous,and we foolesof nature,
So horridely to ſhakeour diſpoſition ,
With thoughts beyond the reaches of our ſoules?
Say ,ſpcake,wherefore,whatmay this mean ?
Hor. Itbeckons you,as though it had ſomething
To impart to you alone.
Mar. Looke with what courteous action
Itwaues you to a morercmoued ground,
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But do not go with it .
Hor. No,by no meanes my Lord .
Ham . Itwillnot ſpeake,then will I follow it.
Hor. What if it tempe you toward theAood my Lord.
Thatbeckles ore hisbace into the ſea ,
And there allumeſome other horrible ſhape,
Which mightdepriue your ſoucraigntie of reaſon ,
And driue you into madneſſe : thinke ofic.
Ham . Still am I called , go on ,ile follow thee.
Hor. MyLord,you ſhall not go.
Ham . Whywhat ſhould be the feare?
I do not ſet roy life at a pinnesfee,
And formy ſoule,what can itdo to that ?
Being a thing iminortall, like it felfe,
Goon , ile follow thee.
Mar. My Lord be rulde,you ſhall not goe.
Ham . My fate cries out andmakes cach pety Artiue
Ashardy as the Nemcon Lyonsneruc,
Still am I cald , vnhand megentlemen ;
By hcauen ilemake a ghoft ofhim that letsme,
Away I ſay, go on ,ile follow thee.
Hor . Hewaxcth deſperate with imagination .
Mar. Something is totten in the ſtateof Denmarke.
Hor. Haue after ; to what iſſue will this ſort?)
Mar. Lets follow , tis not fitthus to obey him . exit .
Enter Gboft and Hamlet.
Ham . Ile go no farther,whitherwilt thou leademe?
Gheft Markeme.
Ham . I will.

Ghoſt I am thy fathers ſpirit, doomd for a time

To walkethe night, and all the day
Confinde in flaming fire ,
Till the foule cimes done in my dayes ofNature
Arepurged and burntaway .
Ham . Alas poore Ghoſt .
Ghof Nay pitty menot, but tomy vnfolding
Lend
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Lend thy liſtning care, but that I am forbid
To tell the ſecrets of my priſon houſe
Iwould atalevnfold,whoſe lighteſt word
Would harrow vp thy ſoule, freeze thy yong blood ,
Makethy two cyes likeſtars ſtart from their ſpheres,
Thy knotted and combined locks to part,
And cach particular haire to ſtand on end
Like quils vpon the fretfull Pospentine,
But this ſameblazon muſtnot be,to cares ofAeſh and blood
Hamlet,if euer thou didſt thy decrc father louc.
Ham . O God .
Ghe. Reuengehis foule, and moſt vnnaturallmurder :
Ham , Murder .
Ghoſt Yea,murder in the higheſt degree,
As in the leaſt tisbad ,
But minemoſt foule,bcaſtly ,and vnnaturall.
Ham . Haftemeto knoweit, that with wings as ſwift as
meditation , or the thought ofit,may ſweepe to my reuenge.
Ghoſt o I finde thee apt, and duller ſhouldſt thou be
Then the fatweede which rootes it felfe in eaſe
On Lethe wharffe : briefeletmebe.
Tisgiuen out,thatNecping in my orchard ,
A Serpent( tungme; ſo the whole care of Denmarke
Iswith a forged Proſles of my death rankcly abuſde:
But know thounoble Youth : hethat did ſting
Thy fathers heart,now weares his Crowne.
Ham . O myprophetike Coule ,myvncle !my vncle!
Ghoſt Yea he, that inceſtuouswretch ,wonne to his will
O wicked will,and gifts! chat hauc the power (with gifts ,
So to ſeduce my moſt ſecming vertuous Queene,
But vertne, as it neuer wili bemoued ,
Though Lewdneſſc court it in a ſhape of hcauca,
So Luft , though to a radiant angle lincki,
Would fate it felfe from a celeſtiallbedde ,
And prey on garbage : butſoft,mcthinkes
Iſeat the mornings ayrc, briefe let doc be,
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Slcepingwithin my Orchard ,my cuſtome alwayes
In the after noonc, vpon my ſecure houre
Thy vnde came,with iuyceof Hebona
In a viall, and through the porches ofmycares
Did powre the leaprous diftilment,whoſe effect
Hold fuch an enmitie with blood ofman ,
Thatſwift as quickefilner , itpoſteth through
Thenaturall gatesasand allies of the body,
And turnes the thinneand wholeſome blood
Like eager dropingsinto milke.
And allmy ſmoothe body, barkcd ,and tetterd ouer.
Thus was íNeepingby a brothershand
Of Crownc,of Queene,oflife,of dignitie
Atonce depriued, no reckoningmade of,
But fentvnto my graue,
With allmyaccompts and finnesvpon myhead ,
O horribic ,moſt horrible !
Ham . Godi
shoff Ifthou haft nature in thee,beare it not,
But howſoeuer, let northy heart
Conſpirc againſttlıy mother aught,
Leaue her to hcauen ,
And to the burthen thather conſcience beares.
Imuſtbe gone, the Glo -worme(hewes theMartin
Tobeneere, and gin'sto pale his vncffcctuall fire :
Hamlet adue,adue,adue: Temember mc. Exit
Ham . O all you hoſte ofheanen ! O carth ,what elſe ?
And ſhall I couple hell; remember thee ?
Yes thou poore Ghoft; from the tables
Ofmymemorie , ile wipeaway all ſawes of Bookcs ,
All triviall fond conceites
That euer youth ,or elſe obſeruance noted,
And thy remembrance , all aloneſhall fit.
Yes,yes, by heaven ,a damnd pernicious villaine,
Murderons,bawdy ,ſmiling damned villaine,
(Mytables )meet it is I ſet it downe ,
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Thaconemay ſmile, and ſmile, and be a villayne;
Allcaſt I am ſure , it may be ſo in Denmarke.
So vncle , there you are, there you are.
Now to thewords; it is aduc adue : remember me,
Soe t'is enough Ihauc ſwornc.
Hor. Mylord,my lord . Enter. Horatio,
Mar. Lord Hamlet . and Marcellus.
Hor. In , lo ,lo ,ho,ho .
Mar. Ill,lo , lo,fo, ho ,lo,comeboy, come.
Hor . Hcauensſecure him .
Mar. How i'ltmynoble lord ?
Hor . What news my lord ?
Ham . O wonderfull,wonderful.
Hor. Goodmylord telit.
Ham . No not I, you'l rcucale it .
Hor. Not Imy Lord by hcauen .
Mar. Nor I iny Lord !
Ham . How ſay you then ?would hart ofman
Once thinke it? but you'l be fecrce.
Both . Iby heauen ,my lord .
Ham . There's neuer a villaioc dwelling in all Denmarke ,
Buthee's an arrantknauc.
Hor. There need noGhoſt comefrom the graue to tell
you this .
Ham . Right, you are in the right, and therefore
I holdeitmeet withoutmore circumſtance at all,
Wee ſhakehandsand partiyou as your bufines
And defiers ſhallleadeyou : for looke you ,
Eueryman hath buſines, and defires, ſuch
Asit is,and for my owne poore parte , ile go pray.
Hor. Theſe are but wild andwherling words,my Lord.
Ham . I am ſory they offend you ;hartely,yes faith harrily .
Hor. Ther's no offence my Lord .
Hon . Yes by Saint Pasrikebut there is Horatio,
And much offence too, touching this viſion ,
leis an honcft ghoſt, that letme tell you ,
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Foryour deſires to know what is betweenevs,
Orcrpaiſterit as you may :
And now kind friends, as yon are frends,
Schollers and gentlmen ,
Grantmce one poore requeft.
Both: What i' ftmyLord ?
Ham Neuermake knownwhat you have ſeenetonight
Boib . My lord ,we will not.
Ham . Nay but Sweare.
Hor. In faith iny Lord not I.
Mar. Nor ImyLordin faith .
Ham . Nay vponmy ſword,indeed vpon myfword .
Gbo. Swearc.
Tube Goft under theftage
Ham . Ha,ha, come you here ,this fellow in the ſellerige,
Here conſent to ſweare .
Hor. Propoſe the oth my Lord .
Ham . Naier to ſpcake what you haue fcene to night,
Sweare bymy ſword.
Goft. Sweare .
Hon . Hic vbiquet nay then weele ſhift our ground :
Comehither Gentlemen , and lay your haudes
Againe vpon thisſword , neuer to ſpeake
Ofthatwhich you hauc ſcene, [wcare bymy ſword .
Gbolt Sweare,
Ham . Well faid old Mole, can'tworke in the carth ?
ſo faſt, a worthy Pioner , oncemore remoue .
Hor. Day and night,but this is wondrous ſtrange.
Ham . And therefore asa ſtranger giue it welcome,
There aremore things in heauen and earth Horatio ,
Then are Dreamtof, in your philoſophie,
But come here,as before you neuer ſhall
How ſtrange or odde foere I bearemy felfe ,
As I perchance hereafter ſhall thinkemicet,
To pican Anticke diſpoſition on ,
That you atſuch times facingme,neuer ſhall
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With Armes incombred thus,or this head ſhake,
Orby pronouncing ſome undoubtfull phraſe,
Aswell well ,wee know , orweecould and ifwewould,
Orthete bc, and if they might, or ſuch ambiguous:
Giving out to note, that you know aught of mee,
This not to doc, ſo grace, andmercie
Atyourmoſt need helpe you , ſweare
Ghoft. ſweare.
Ham . Reft,reft,perturbed ſpirit. To gentlemen ,
In allmyloue I do commend mec to you,
And what ſo poore aman as Hamletmay ,
Topleaſure you, God willing ſhallnot want,
Nay comelett's go together ,
But fil your fingers on yourlippes I pray,
The timeis outof ioynt, o curſed [pite,
That cuer I wasborn to ſet it right,
Nay comelett's go together . Exeunt.
Enter Corambis, and Montano .
Cor. Montano,here, theſe letters to my ſonne ,
And this famemonywith my bleſſing to him ,
And bid him ply his learning good Montano.
Mon. Iwillmy lord .
Cor. You ſhalldo very well Montano, to ſay thus,
Iknew the gentleman , orknow his father,
To inquire themanner of his life,
Asthus;being amongft his acquaintance ,
You may Cay, you ſaw him at ſuch a time,marke you mee,
Atgame,or drincking ,(wcaring , or drabbing,
You may go ſo farre .
Mon. Mylord ,that will impeach his reputation .
Cor. I faith not a whit ,nonota whit ,
Now happely hec doſeth with you in the conſequence,
Asyou may bridleitnot difparage him a iote.
What was I about to ſay,
Mon.Heclofeth with him in the conſequence.
Cor. I, you ſay righe, he cloſeth with him thus,
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This willhec ſay, letmace ſeewhat heewill ſay ,
Mary this ,I ſaw him yeſterday, or tother day ,
Or then , oratſuch a time,a dicing,
Orat Tennis, I or drincking drunke, or entring
Ofahowſe of lightnes viz . brothell,
Thus fir dowee that know the world , beingmen ofreach,
By indirections, finde directions forth ,
And ſo thallyoumy ſonnes you hame, ha you not?
Mon. Ihauemy lord.
Cor. Wel, fare you well,commend mee to him .
Mon. I willmy lord .
Cor . Andbid him ply hismuſicke
Mon. My lord I wil cxit ,
Enter , Ofelia ,
Cor. Farewel,how now Ofelia ,what's thenews with you ?
Ofe. O my deare father,ſuch a changein nature,
So great an alteration in a Prince ,
So pitifull to him , fearefullto mce,
A maidens eye ne're looked on .
Cor. Whywhat's the mattermy Ofelia ?
Of. Oyong Prince Hamlet,the only floure of Denmark,
Hecis bereft of allthe wcalch he had ,
The lewell that ador'nd his feature moft
Is filchtand ſtolne away , his wit's bereft him ,
Heefoundmeewalking in the gallery all alone,
There comeshee to mee,with a diſtracted looke,
His garters lagging downe , his ſhooes yntide,
And fixt his eyesto ſtedfalt on my face,
Asif they had vow'd , this is their lateſt obic &t.
Smallwhile he ſtoode , but gripesmeby the wriſt,
And there he holdes my pulſe till with a high
Hedoth vnclaſpe hisholds, and parts away
Silent,asis themid timeof thenight:
And as hewent,his ciewas ſtill on mee,
For thushis head ouer his ſhoulder looked ,
Hcſeemed to finde theway without his cies:
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For out of doores he went withouttheir helpe,
And ſo did Icaue me.
Cor. Madde for thyloue,
What hauc you giuen him any croſſe wordesoflate ?
Ofelia I did repell hisletters, deny his gifts
As you did chargeme.
Cor. Whythat hach inade him madde:
By heau'n t'is as proper for ourage to caſt
Beyond ourſelucs, as t'is for theyonger fort
To lcaue their wantonnelle . Well, I am ſory
That Iwas ſo raſh : but what remedy ?
Lets to the King,thismadneſſemay prooue,
Though wilde a while,yetmore true to thyloue. exeunt .
Enter King and Queene, Roſencraft,and Gilderſtone.
King Rightnoble friends,chat ourdeere colin Hamlet
Hath loſt the very heart of allhis ſence,
It ismoſt right,andwemoftſory for him :
Thereforewedoc deſire, cuen as you tender
Our care to him , and our greatloue to you ,
That you will labour but to wring from him
The cauſe and ground of his diſtemperancic .
Doc this, theking ofDenmarke Thalbe thankfull
Rof. My Lords whatſocuerlies within our power
Yourmaieſtic may more commaund in wordes
Theu vſe perſwalions to your liegemen ,bound
By loue,by ductic, and obedience.
Guil. Whatwemay doe for both your Maieſties
To know the griefe troubles the Prince your ſonne,
Wewillindeuour all the beft wemay ,
So in all duetic doc we takeour leaue,
King Thankes Guilderſtone,and gentleRoffencraft.
Que. Thankes Roſlencraft,and gentle Gilderſtone.
Enter Corambis and Ofelia .
Cor. My Lord , the Ambaffadors are ioyfully
Returid from Norway.
King Thou ſtill haſt been the father ofgood Dews.
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Cor. Haue Imy Lord? Iaſſure your grace,
Iholdemy ductic as I holde my life,
Both to my God, and to any loueraigne King:
And Ibelccuc, or elſe this braincofminc
Hunts not the traine of policieſo well
Asit had wont to do , but I haucfound
Thevery depth of Hamlets lunacic .
Queene Godgraunthehath .
Enter che Ambaſſadors.
King Now Vollemar,what from our brother Norway?
volt. Molt faire returnes of greetings and defires ,
Vpon our firſt he ſent forth to fuppreflc
Hisnephewsleuics,which tohim appear'd
To be a preparation gainſtthe Polacke:
Butbetter look'tinto, he tricly found
It wasagainſt your Highneſſe,whereat gricued ,
That fo his fickenelle ,age,and impotence,
Was falſely borne in hand, ſends out arrelts
OnFerienbrals,which he in briefe obays,
Receiuesrebuke from Norway:and in fine,
Makes vow before his vncle , neuer more
To giue the aſſayof Armes againſt yourMaieſtie,
Whereon olde Norway ouercome with ioy ,
Giues him three thousand crownes in annuall fee,
And his Commiſſion to einploy thoſe fouldiers,
So leuied asbefore, againſt thePolacke,
With an intreaty heerein further ſhewne,
Thatiswould pleaſe you to giue quiet palle
Through your dominions, for that enterpriſe
On fuchregardes ofGfety and allowances
Ascherein are ſet downe.
King Itlikes vs well, and at fitrimeand leaſure
Weele readeand anſwers theſe his Articles,
Mcane timewe thank you for yourwell
Tooke labour : go toyour reſt,at nightwiele fealt togither:
Right welcomehome exeunt Ambasſadors.
Cor.
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Cir. This buſsnes is very well diſpatched .

Now iny Lord touching the yong Prince Hamlet,
Certaineit is thathec is madde:madlet vs granthim then :
Now to know thecauſe of this effect,
Or elſe to fay the cauſe of this defect,
For this effcat defectiuc comes by cauſe.
lueene GoodmyLord he briefe.
Cor. Madam I will:my Lord , I hauc a daughter ,
Haue while thee'smine : for thatwethinke
Isſureſt, we often looſe: now to the Prince .
MyLord , butnote thisletter,
The which my daughter in obedience
Deliacr'd to my handes.
King Rcade itmy Lord .
Cor. Marke my Lord.
Doubtthatin earth is firs ,
Doubtthat the ſtarres docmoue ,
Doubt trueth to bea liar,
But doe not doubt I loue.
To the beautifull Ofelia :
Thinc cuer the moſt vnhappy Prince Hamlet.
MyLord ,what doe you think of me?
1, or whatmightyou thinke when Iſawe this?
King Asofa true friendand a moſtlouing ſubie &t.
Cor. Iwould be glad to proouc fo .
Now when Iſaw this letter ,thus I beſpakemymaiden :
Lord Hamlet is a Prince outofyour ſtarre,
And onethat is vnequall for yourloue:
Therefore I did commaund her refuſe his letters,
Dcny his tokens,and to abſenther felfe
Shce as my childe obediently obey'd me.
Now ſincewhich time,ſeeinghis love thus crofs'd ,
Which Itooke to be idle ,and butſport,
Heftraitway grew into a melancholy,
From that ynto a faſt , then ynto diftraction ,
Then into a ſadneſſe, from that ynto amadnelle,
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And ſo by continuance,andwcakeneſis of the brainc
Into thisfrenſie,which now poffeffcth hiin :
And if this be not true , take this from this.
Ring Thinke you t'is ſo ?
Cor. How ? ſo my Lord, Iwould very faine know
That thing that I háue faidet’isſo, pofitively,
And it hath fallen out otherwiſe .
Nay,if circumſtances leade me on ,
Ilc finde it out,ifitwere hid
Asdeepeasticcentre ofthe earth .
King . how Chould wee tric thisſame?
Cor. Mary my goodlord thus,
The Princes walke is here in the galery ,
There let Ofdia,walke untill hec comes:
Your ſelfe and I will ſtand cloſe in che ſtudy,
There ſhallyou hcare theeffect of all hishart,
Andific prouc any otherwiſe then loue,
Then let my cenſure faile an other time.
King. ſccwherehee comes poring vppon abookc.
Enter Hamlet.
Cor . Madanie,will it pleaſe your grace
Tolcaue vsherc ?
Quc. With allmyhart. exir .
Cor. Andhere Ofelia , reade you on thisbooke,
Andwalke aloofc, the King hal be vnſeene.
Ham . To be,ornot to be, I there's thepoint,
To Die, to ſleepe, is that all ? I all:
No,to ſleepe,to drcamc, I mary there it goes,
For in that dreamcof death ,when wec awake ,
And bornebefore an cuerlaſting Iudge,
From whence no paſſenger eller retur'nd ,
Tbc yndiſcouered country,at whoſe light
Thehappy ſmile,and the accurſed dama'd.
But for this,the ioyfull bope of this,
Whold beare the ſcornes andfattery of theworld ,
Scorned by theright rich, the rich curlſed ofthe poore ?
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The widow being oppreſled ,the orphan wrong'd ,
Thetaſte ofhunger , or a tirants raigne,
And thouſand more calamiticsbelides,
To gruntandſweate vnder this weary life,
When thathe may his full Quictus make,
With a bare bodkin ,who would this indure,
But for a hope of ſomething afterdeath ?
Which puſles the braine,and doth confound the ſence ,
Which makes vs rather beare thoſe cuilles wehaue,
Than flic to others thatweknow not of.
I that, this conſcience makes cowardes of vs all ,
Lady in thy orizons, be allmy finnes remembred .
Ofel . MyLord , I haue foughtopportunitie,which now
I haue,to redeliucr to your worthy handes, a ſmall remem
brance, ſuch tokens which I haue receiued ofyou .
Ham . Are you faire
Ofel. MyLord .
Ham . Are you honeſt?
Ofel. Whatmcanesmy Lord ?
Ham . That if you be faire and honeſt,
Yourbeauty ſhould admitno diſcourſe to your honeſty .
Ofel. MyLord, can beauty haue better priuiledge than
with honeſty?
Ham . Yca mary may it; for Beauty may transforme
Honeſty , from what ſhe was into abawd:
Then Honeſty can transforweBeauty :
This was ſometimes a Paradox ,
But now the time giues it ſcope.
I neuer gaue you nothing.
Ofel. My Lord , you know rightwell you did,
Andwith them ſuch carneft vowes of loue,
Aswould haue moou'd the ſtonieftbreaft aliue,
Butnow too true I finde,
Rich gifteswaxe poore,when giuers grow ynkinde.
Hom . I neuer loued you
.
Ofel. You mademebelccueyou did .
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Hon . O thou ſhouldſt not a belecucd me!
Go to a Nunnery goc,why ſhouldſt thou
Bca breeder of finners? I am myſelfe indifferenthoneſt,
But I could accuſe my felfe ofſuch crimes
Ithad beene bettermymotherhad ne're borneme,
O I am very prowde, ambitious,diſdainefull,
With more finnes at mybecke,then I haue thoughts
To put them in ,what ſhould ſuch fellowes as I
Do, crawling between hcauen and earth ?
Toa Nunnery goe,we are arrantknaues all,
Beleeue none of vs, to a Nunnery goe.
Ofel. O heauensfecure him !
Ham . Wher's thy father ?
Ofel . At homemylord .
Ham . ForGodsfake let the dooresbe ſhut on him ,
Hemay play thefoole no where butin his
Ownc houſe :to a Nunnery goe.
Ofel. Help him goodGod.
Ham . Ifthou doftmarry, Ile giue thee
This plague to thy dowry :
Bethou as chalte asyce,aspure as ſnowe,
Thou ſhaltnot ſcape calumny,to a Nunnery goc.
Ofel. Alas,what change isthis?
Ham . Butifthou wileneedesmarry,marry afoole ,
Forwiſemen know well enough ,
What monſters you make of thein ,to a Nunnery goe.
Ofel. Pray God reſtore him .
Ham . Nay, I haveheard of your paintings too ,
God hath giuen you oncface,
And you make your ſelues another,
You fig,and you amble , and you nickname Gods creatures,
Making your wantonneſſe, your ignorance,
A pox ,t'is ſcuruy, Ile nomore ofit,
It hath madememadde : Ile no moremarriages ,
All that are married but one,shall liue,
The reſt ſhallkeepc as they are,to a Nunnery goe,
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Toa Nunnery goc; exit.
Ofe. GreatGod ofhcauen ,what a quicke change is this?
The Courtier, Scholler, Souldier ,all in him ,
All daſhtand ſplinterd thence,Owoc isme,
Toaſeenewhat Ihaue feene,ſee what I ſec . exit.
King Louc? No,no , that's notthe cauſe, Enter King and
Some deeper thing it is that troubleshim . Corambis.
Cor. Wel,ſomething it is:myLord ,contentyou a while,
I will my felfe goc fecle him :let meworkc,
Ile try him cueryway : ſee where he comes,
Send you thoſe Gentlemen ,letme alone
To finde the depth of this,away,be gone. exit King.
Now my good Lord ,do you know me? Enter Hamlet .
Ham . Yeavery well yʻare a filhmonger.
Cor . Not I my Lord .
Ham . Then ſir, Iwould you were ſo honeſt aman ,
For to be honeſt,as thisage goes ,
Isoneman to be pickt outof tenne thouſand .
Cor . Whatdoe you reademy Lord ?
Ham . Wordes,wordes.
Cor. What's thematter my Lord ?
Ham . Betweene who?
Cor. Imeanethematter you rcademy Lord .
Ham . Marymoſt vile hereſie :
For here the Satyricall Satyre writes ,
That oldemen haue hollow eyes,weake backes,
Grey beardes, pittifull weake hammes, gowty legges,
All which fir,1 moſt potently beleeue not:
For fir,your felfe Thalbe olde as I am ,
Iflike a Crabbe,you could go backeward .
Cor. How pregnanthis replies are,and fullof writ:
Yet at firſt he tookeme for a fiſhmonger :
All this comesby loue,the vemencie of loue,
And when Iwas yong, I wasvery idle ,
And ſufferedmuch extaſie in loue, very ncere this:
Willyou walke outofthe aire myLord ?
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Ham . Into my graue.
Cor. By thematíc that's out of the aire indeed ,
Very threwdanſwers,
Mylord Iwill take my leaue ofyou.
Enter Gilderstone , and Roffencraft .
Ham : You can take nothing from meſir ,
I willmore willingly part with all,
Olde doating foole.
Cor, You ſeeke Prince Hamlet,fcc,there heis. exit.
Gil. Health to your Lordſhip :
Ham . What,Gilderſtonc,and Roffencraft,
Welcome kinde Schoole - fellowes to Elfanoure.
Gil. Wethanke yourGrace,and would bevery glad
You were as when wewere atWittenberg.
Ham . Ithanke you ,butis this viſitation free of
Your ſelues, or wereyou not ſent for?
Tellmetrue,come, I know the good King and Queene
Sent for you,there is a kinde of confeſſion in your eye:
Come, I know you were ſent for.
Gil. What ſay you?
Ham . Nay then I ſeehow thewinde fits,
Come,you were fentfor.
Roff My lord,wewere, andwillingly ifwe might,
Know the cauſe and ground of your diſcontent.
Ham . Why Iwant preferment.
Rof. I thinkęnot ſo my lord .
Ham . Yes faith,this greatworld you ſee contentsmenot,
NonortheSpangled heauens,nor earth ,nor ſca,
Nonor Man thatis ſo glorious a creature ,
Contentsnotme, no not woman too,though you laugh .
Sil. Mylord ,welaugh not at that,
Ham . Why did youlaugh then ,
When I ſaid,Man did not contentmee ?
Gil. My Lord,we laughed,when you ſaid, Man did not
content you .
What entertainementthePlayers ſhall haue,
We
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Weboorded them a theway : they are comming to you .
Ham . Players,whatPlayersbe they
ROS. My Lord,the Tragedians ofthe Citty,
Thoſe that you tookedelight to ſee fo often . (fic:
Ham . How comes it that they trauell: Do they grow re
Gil. Nomy Lord ,their reputation holds as it was wont.
Ham . How then ?
Gil. Yfaith my Lord, noueltic carries it away,
For theprincipall publike audience that
Came to them ,are turned to priuate playes,
And to thehumour of children .
Ham . I doe not greatly wonder of it,
For thoſe thatwould makemopsand moes
Atmy vncle,when my father liued ,
Now giue a hundred, two hundred pounds
For his picture : but they ſhallbe welcome,
Hethat playes the King ſhall haue tribute ofme,
The ventrous Knight ſhall vſe his foyle and target,
Thclouer ſhall ſigh gratis ,
The clowneBallmake them laugh (for't ,
That are tickled in thelungs , or theblanke verſe thallhalt
And the Lady ſhall haue leaue to ſpeake hermiode freely .
The Trumpets found, Enter Corambis.
Do you ſee yonder great baby ?
He is not yerout ofhis fwędling clowts.
Gil. That maybe, for they fay an olde man
Istwice a childe. (Players,
Ham . Ile prophecie to you , hee comes to tell mocca the
You ſay true,a monday laft, t'was ſo indeede.
Cor. Mylord , I haue news to tell you .
Ham . MyLord , I hauenewes to tell you :
When Rosioswas an Actor in Rome.
Cor. The Actors are come hither,my lord .
Ham . Buz ,buz .
Cor. The beſt Actors in Chriſtendome,
Either for Comedy,Tragedy,Hiſtorie, Paſtorall,
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Paſtorall,Hiſtoricall,Hiſtoricall,Comicall,
Coinicall hiſtoricall,Paſtorall, Tragedyhiſtoricall :
Seneca cannot be too heauy,nor Plato too light:
For the law hath writ thoſe are theonely men .
Ha, O lepba Iudge of Iſrael! what a treaſure hadi thou ?
Cor. Whywhat a treaſure had hemy lord ?
Ham . Why one faire daughter,and no more,
The which he loued paſſing well.
Cor. Aftil harpinga mydaughter!wellmyLord ,
If you callme lepha,Thane a daughter that
I loue paſſing well.
Ham . Nay that followes not.
Cor. What followes then myLord ?
Ham . Why by lot, or God wot,or as it cameto paſſe,
And ſo itwas, the firſt verſe of the godly Ballet
Wil tel you all:for look youwhere my abridgement comes :
Welcomemaiſters,welcomeall, Enter players.
Whatmy olde friend ,thy face is vallanced
Since I ſaw thee laſt.com'lt thou to beard mcin Denmarke ?
Myyong lady and miſtris,burlady but your (you were :
Ladiſhip is growne by the altitude of a chopine higher than
Pray God liryour voyce , like a peece of yncurrant
Golde,be not crack’t in the ring: come on maiſters,
Weele euen too't, like French Falconers,
Flie atany thing weſee, come, a taſteofyour
Quallitie , aſpeech,a paſſionate ſpeech .
Players Whatſpeech my goodlord ?
Ham . Iheard thee ſpcakea ſpeech once,
But itwas neuer acted :orif itwere,
Neueraboue twice , for as I remember,
Itpleaſed not the vulgar,itwas cauiary
To themillion : but to me
And others, that receiued it in thelike kinde,
Cried in the toppe of their iudgements,an excellent play,
Set downewith as greatmodeſtic as cunning :
Onc ſaid there wasno Callets in the lines to makethéfauory,
But
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But called it an honeſt methode,aswholeſome as fwecte.
Come,a ſpeech in it I chiefly remember
Was Escas tale to Dido,
And then eſpecially where he talkes of Princes ſlaughter,
If it liue in thy memory beginne atthisline,
Letmefee.
The rugged Pyrrus, like th’arganian bealt:
No t'is not ſo, itbeginswith Pirrus:
O I haue it.
The nigged Pirrw ,hewhole ſable armes,
Blacke as hispurpoſe did thic night reſemble,
When he lay couched in the ominous horſe,
Hath now his blacke and grimme complexion ſmeered
With Heraldrymore diſmall, head to foote ,
Now is he totall guiſe,horridely tricked
With blood of fathers,mothers,daughters, ſonnes,
Back’t and imparched in calagulate gore ,
Rifted in carth and fire, olde grandfire Pryam ſeekes:
So goc on. (accent.
Cor. Afore God ,my Lord ,well ſpoke, and with good
Play. Adonehe findshim ſtriking too ſhortatGreeks,
His antike ſword rebellious to his Arme,
Lieswhere it falles, vnable to refift.
Pyrrus at Pryam driues,but allin rage,
Strikes wide , butwith thewhiffe and winde
Ofhis fellſword , th'unnerued fatherfalles.
Cor. Enough my friend, t'is too long.
Ham . Itſhall to the Barbers with yourbeard:
A pox,hee's for a ligge, or a tale ofbawdry ,
Orelle he ſleepes, comeon to Hecuba,come.
Play. Butwho, who had ſeenethemobled Queene ?
Cor. Mobled Qncene is good ,faith very good .
Play. All in the alarum and feare ofdeath roſe up ,
And o'reherweake and allore-teeming loynes ,a blancket
And akercher on that head ,where late thediademe ſtoode,
Who this had ſecnewith tongucinucnom'd ſpeech ,
Would
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Would trealon haue pronounced ,
Forifthe gods themſelues had ſeeneher then ,
When the faw Pirruswith malitious ſtrokes,
Mincing her husbandes limbs,
It would haue made milch the burning eyes of heauen ,
And paſſion in the gods.
Cor. Lookemylord if he hath not changdehis colour,
And hath tearesin his eyes:nomore good heart,nomore .
Ham . T'iswell,t'is verywell, I praymy lord,
Will you ſee the Players wellbeftowed ,
I tell you they are the Chronicles
And briefe abſtracts of the time,
After yourdeath I can tellyou ,
You werebetterhauc a bad Epiteeth ,
Then theirill reportwhile you live.
Cor. My lord , I will vſe them according to their deſerts.
Ham . O farrebetter man ,vſe euery man after his deſerts,
Then who ſhould ſcapewhipping ?
Vſe them after your ownehonor and dignitie ,
The lefſe they deſerue,the greater credit's yours.
Cor. Welcomeiny good fellowes. crit.
Ham . Comehither maiſters , can you notplay themur.
der of Gonfago?
Lord .
players Yesmy
Ham . And could'ſt notthou for a neede ſtudyme
Somedozen or ſixteene lines,
Which I would ſet downe and infert?

players Yes very eaſily my good Lord.

Ham . T'iswell, I thankcyou: follow thatlord :
And doc you heare firs? take heede you mocke him not.
Gentlemen , for your kindnes I thankeyou ,
And for a time I would deſire you leaueme.
Gil. Our loue and ductie is atyour commaund .
Excunt all but Hamlet.
Hem . Why what a dunghill idiote flaue am 13
Why iheſe Players here draw water from eyes:
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ForHecuba,why what is Hecuba to him ,or he to Hecuba!
What would he do and ifhehad myloſſe?
His falber murdred , and a Crowne berefthim ,
Hewould turnc all his teares to droppes of blood ,
Amaze theſtandersby with his laments,
Strikemore then wonder in the judiciall cares,
Confound the ignorant,andmake mute thewife,
Indeedehis pallion would begenerall.
Yet I like to an aſſe and lohn a Dreames,
Hauingmy father murdred by a villaine,
Stand fill,and let it paſſe,why ſure Iam a coward :
Who pluckesmeby thc beard, or twitesmynoſe,
Giue's me the lic i'th throate downe to the lungs,
Sure I ſhould takeit,or elſe Ihaue no gall ,
Orby this I ſhould a fatted all theregion kites
With this flaues offell , this damned villaine,
Treacherous,bawdy,murderous villaine:
Why thisisbraue, that I the fonneofmy deare father,
Should like a ſcalion , likea very drabbe
Thusraile in wordes. Aboutmybraine,
I haue heard that guilty creatures fitting at a play ,
Hath ,by the very cunning of the ſcene,confeitamurder
Committed long before.
This ſpirit that Ihaue ſeenemay be the Diuell,
And out ofmyweakeneſſe andmymelancholy,
Ashe is very potentwith ſuch men ,
Doth ſeeke to damneme, I willhauc ſounder proofcs,
The play's the thing ;
Wherein I'le catch the conſcience of theKing. exit,

Enter the King, Queene, and Lordes.

King Lordes, can you by no meanesfinde

The cauſe ofourſonne Hamlets lunacie ?
You being concere in loue,cuen from his youth ,
Methinkes ſhould gaincmore than a ſtranger ſhould .
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Gil. My lord ,wehaue done all thebeſt we could ,
Towring from him the cauſe of allhis griefe,
But ſtill heputs vs off,and by nomcanes
Would make an anſwere to that weexpoſde.
Roff. Yet was he ſoinethingmore inclin'd tomirth
Before we left him , and I take it,
Hehath giuen order for a play to night,
Atwhich hecraues your highneſſe company:
King With all our heart,it likes ys very well:
Gentlemen , ſecke ftill to increaſe hismirth ,
Spare forno coſt, our coffersſhallbe open ,
And we ynto your felueswill ſtillbethankfull.
Both In allwee can ,be ſureyou ſhall command .
Queene Thankes gentlemen , and what the Queen of
May pleaſure you ,beſure you ſhallnotwant. (Dermarke
Gu. Weele once againe vnto thenoble Prince.
King Thanksto you both :Gertred you'l ſee this play.
Quecne My lord I will , and it ioyes me atthe ſoule
Heis inclin'd to anykindeofmirth .
Cor . Madame, I pray be ruled byme:
And my good Soueraigne, giueme leaue to ſpeake,
We cannot yet finde outthevery ground
Ofhis diſtemperance, therefore
I holde itmeete ,if ſo it pleaſe you,
Elſe they ſhall not meete,and thus itis.
King What i'ft Corambis ?
(done,
Cor. Mary my good lord this,ſoone when the ſports are
Madam , ſend you in hafte to ſpeakewith him ,
And I myſelfewill ſtand behind the Arras ,
There queſtion you the cauſe of allhis griefe ,
And then in loue and nature vnto you ,hce'le tellyou all:
MyLord ,how thinke you on'la
King Itlikes vswell,Gerterd,what ſay you ?
Quelne With allmyheart, loone will I ſend forhim .
Cor. My felfewillbe that happy meſſenger,
Who hopes his griefewill be reucald to her. cxeunt omnes
Enter
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Enter Hamlet and the Players.
Ham . Pronouncemethis ſpeech trippingly a the tongue
as I taught thee,
Mary and you mouthit,asamany of your players do
l'derather hearc a towne bullbellow ,
Then ſuch a fellow ſpeakemy lines.
Nor do notſaw the aire thuswith your hands,
But giue cuery thing his action with temperance. (fellow ,
O it offendsmee to the ſoule , to heare a rebuſtiousperiwig
To tcare a paſſion in totters,into very ragęcs,
Tofplit the cares ofthe ignoraut,who forthe (noiſes,
Moſt parte are capable of nothing but dumbeſhewes and
I would haueſuch a fellow whipt,for o're doing, tarmagant
Itout,HerodesHerod .
players MyLorde,wce haucindifferently reformed that
among vs.
Ham . Thebetter, the better,mend italltogether:
There be fellowes that Ihaueſeene play,
And heard others commend them and that highly too,
That hauing neitherthe gate of Chriſtian ,Pagan ,
Nor Turke,haueſo ſtrutted and bellowed ,
That you would a thought, fonic ofNatures journeymen
Had made men and notmade them well,
They imitated humanitic,ſo abhominable:
Take heede,auoyde it.
players Iwarrant you my Lord .
Ham . And docyou hcare ? letnot your Clowncfpcake
More then is fet downe,therebe of them I can tell you
That will laugh themſelves,to ſet on ſome
Quantitic of barren ſpectators to laugh with them ,
Albcitthere is ſomeneceſſary point in the Play
Ther to be obſerved : O t'is vile, and thewes
A pittifull ambition in the foole that vſeth it.
And then you hauefomeagen ,thatkeepes one fute
Oſicafts, as a man isknowneby one ſute of
Apparell,and Gentlemen quotes his ieaſts downc
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In their tables, before they cometo the play,as thus:
Cannot you ſtay till I catemy porrige? and you oweme
A quarterswages:and,my coatewants a cullifon :
And your beere is fowre:and,blabbering with his lips,
And thus keeping in his cinkapafe ofieaſts,
When , God knows,thewarme Clowne cannot make a ieſt
Vnleſfe by chance,as theblindeman catcheth ahare:
Maiſters tell him of it.
player's WewillmyLord .
Ham . Well, goemake you ready. cxeunt players.
Horatio. HeeremyLord .
Ham , Horatio, thou art euen as iuſt aman ,
Ase're my conuerſation cop'd withall.
Hor. O mylord !
Ham . Nay why ſhould I Alatter thee ?
Whyſhould the poore be flattered ?
What gaine ſhould Ireceiuc by flattering thee,
That nothing hath butthy good minde?
Letflattery fit on thoſe time- pleaſing tongs,
To gloſe with them that loues to hcare their praiſc,
And not with ſuch as thou Horatio.
There is a play to night,wherein one Sceanethey haue
Comes very ncere the murder ofmy father ,
When thou Malt ſee that A &tafoots,
Markethou the King,docbutobſerue hislookes,
For I mine eies will riuet to his face :
Andifhe doc not bleach, and change atthat,
Itis a damned ghoſt that wehaueſcene.
Horario,haue a care, obſerue him well.
Hor. Mylord ,mine eies ſhall ſtill be on his face,
And not the ſmalleſt alteration
That ſhall appeare in him ,butI ſhallnote it .
Ham . Harke , they come.
Enter King, Queene,Corambis,and other Lords. (a play ?
King How now fon Hamler,how fare you ſhallwe haue
Ham . Yfaith the Camclions diſh , not capon crammid ,
feede
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feede a the ayre.

I father :Mylord, you playd in the Vniuerſitie .

Cor . That I did my L : and I wascounted a good actor.
Ham . Whatdid you enact there ?
Cor. Mylord, I did act Iulius Cafar, I was killed
in the Capitoll, Brutuskilled me.
Ham . It was a brute parteofhim ,
To kill ſo capitall a calfc.
Come,betheſe Playersready?
Queene Hamlet comefit downe byme.
Ham . Nobymy faith mother,here's a mettle more at
Lady will you giue meleaue,and ſo forth : (tractiue:
To laymyhead in yourlappe?
Ofel. Nomy Lord . (trary matters?
Ham . Vpon your lap ,whatdo you thinke Imeant con .
Enter in a Dumbe Shew , the King and the Queene, he fits
downe in an Arbor, ſhe leaues him : Then enters Lucie
Anuswith poyſon in a Viall, and powres it in his eares,and
goes away : Then the Queene commeth and findes him
dead : and goes away with the other.
Ofel. WhatmeansthismyLord ? Enter the Prologue.
Ham . This ismyching Mallico , thatmeanęsmy chiefe.
Ofel. What doth thismeanemy lord ?
Ham . you ſhall heare anonc, thisfellow will tellyou all.
Ofel. Willhe tell vswhat this ſhew meanes?
Ham . I, or any ſhew you'le ſhew him ,
Benotafeard to ſhew , hee'lc nor be afcard to tell :
O theſe Players cannotkeepe counſell, thei'le tell all.
Prol. Forvs,and for our Tragedic,
Heere ſtowpiug to your clemencie,
Webegge your hearingpatiently.
Ham . I'ít a prologue,ora poeſie fora ring ?
Ofel. T'is ſhortmyLord.
Ham , Aswomensloue.
Enter the Dukeand Dutcheffe .
Duke Full fortie ycares are paſt,their date is gone,
F 3 Since
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Since happy timeioyn'dboth our hearts as one:
And now the blood that filld myyouthfull veines,
Runncs wcakely in their pipes, and allthe ſtraines
Ofmuſicke,which whilomepleaſde mine care,
Isnow aburthen that Age cannotbeare :
And therefore ſweete Nature muſt pay his due,
To heauen muft I, and leaue the earth with you .
Drichelle O ſaynotſo left that you killmyheart,
When death takes you ,letlife from medepart.
Duke Content thy felfe,when ended isiny date,
Thon maiſt(perchance)hauea morenoble mate,
More wiſe,more youthfull, and one.
Dutchesſe O ſpcake no more, for then I am accurſt,
Noneweds the ſecond, but ſhe kils the firſt :
A ſecond time I killmyLord that's dead ,
When ſecond husband kiſſesmein bed .
Ham . O wormewood,wormewood!
Duke I docbeleeueyou ſweete,what now you ſpeake,
Butwhat we doe determine oftwe breake,
For our demiſes ſtil are ouerthrowne,
Our thoughts areours, their end's none of ourowne:
So thinke you will no ſecondhusband wed ,
But die thy thoughts ,when thy firſtLord is dead .
Dutcheje Both here andthere purſuemelaſting ftrife,
Ifonce a widdow ,cuer I bewife.
Ham . If the ſhould breakenow .
Duke T'is deepely ſwornc,ſweete lcaucmehere a while,
Myſpirites growedull, and fainc Iwould beguile the tedio
ous timewith ſleepe.
Dutcheſſo Sleepe rockethy brainc,
And neuer comemiſchance betweene vs twainc, exit Lady
Ham . Madam ,how do you likethis play ?
exeone The Lady proteſts too much
Ham . O butſhee'lc keepe her word .
King Haue youheard thcargument, is there no offence
in it
Ham .
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Ham . No offence in theworld,poyſon inicft,poiſon in
King Whatdo you call the name of the phy ? (ieft.
Ham . Mouſe- trap :mary how trapically:this play is
Theimageof amurder doncin guyana, Alberto
Was the Dukes name, his wife Baptiſta ,
Father,it is a knauiſh pecce a worke:butwhat
A that, it toucheth not vs, you and I that haue free
Soules,letthe galld iade wince, this is one
Lucianus nephew to the King .
Ofel . Ya're asgood as a Chornsmy lord .
Ham . I could interpretthe loue you beare , if I ſawe the
poopies dallying.
Ofel. Y'are very pleaſantmy lord.
Ham . Whol, your onlic jig -maker, why what ſhoulde
aman dobut be merry: for looke how cheerefully mymo
ther lookes,my father died within theſe two houres.
Ofel. Nay, t'is twice two months,my Lord.
Ham . Twomonths,nay then let the diucllweareblacke,
For i'le haue a fute of Sables : Ieſus, twomonths dead ,
And not forgotten yet? nay then there's ſome
Likelyhood, a gentlemansdeath may outliue memorie,
But by my faith hecmuft build churches then ,
Orels hee muſt follow the olde Epitiche,
With hoh , with ho, thehobi- horſe is forgot.
Ofel Yourieſts are keene my Lord .
Ham . Itwould coſtyou a groning to take them off.
Ofel. Stillbetter and worſe.
Ham . So you muſt take your husband, begin . Murdred
Begin ,a poxe, leauc thy damnable faces andbegin ,
Come, the croking rauen doth bellow forreuenge.
Murd. Thoughts blackc, handsapt, drugsfit, and time
Confederate ſeaſon ,elle no creature ſeeing : (agrecing.
Thoumixture rancke,ofmidnight weedes colle ted ,
With Hecates bane thriſe blafted,thriſe infected ,
Thy naturall magicke,and dire propertie,
cxit.
Onewholeſomelife vfurps immediately.
Ham .
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Ham . Hepoyſons him for his eſtate.
King Lights, I willco bed.
Cor. Theking riſes,lights hoc.
Exeunt King and Lordes.
Ham . What, frighted with falle fires?
Then let the ſtricken decre goe weepe,
The Hartvngalled play,
For ſomemult laugh ,while ſomemuſt weepe,
Thus runnes the world away .
Hor. Theking ismooued mylord.
Hor. I Horatio, i'lc take the Ghoſtsword
For more then all the coyne in Denmarke.

Enter Rosencraft and Gilderfione.

Ref . Now my lord,how i'ft with you ?

Ham . And ifthe king like not the tragedy ,
Why then belike he likesitnot perdy.
ROS. We are very glad to ſee your grace ſo pleaſant,
Mygood lord , let vs againeintreate (turc
Toknow of you the ground and cauſe of your diſtempera
Gil. My lord ,your mother craucs to ſpeake with you .
Ham . Weſhall obey ,were ſhe ten times ourmother.
Rod. Butmy good Lord,ſhall I intreate thus much ?
Ham . I pray will you play vpon this pipe?
Roll. Alasmylord I cannot.
Ham . Pray will you .
Gil. I haueno skillmy Lord.
Ham . why looke, it is a thingof nothing,
T'is but ſtopping of theſe holes,
And with a little breath from yourlips,
Itwill giuemoſtdelicatemufick .
Gil. Butthis cannotwec domyLord .
Ham . Pray now , pray hartily, I beſeech you.
Ros. My lord wee cannot. (me?
Ham . Why how vaworthy a thingwould you make of
You
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You would ſeemeto know my ſtops, you would play vpon
You would fearch the very inward part ofmyhart, mee,
And diucinto the ſecreet ofmy ſoule.
Zowndsdo you thinke lam caſier to be pla’yd
On,then a pipe ? callmee what Inſtrument
You will,though you can frett mee, yet you can not
Play vpon mee ,beſides,to be demanded by a ſpunge.
Roj. Howa ſpungemy Lord ?
Ham . Ifir,afpunge, thatſokes vp the kings
Countenance, fauours, and rewardes, thatmakes
His liberalitie your ſtore houſe : but ſuch as you ,
Do theking,in the end,beſt ſeruiſez
For hec doth keep you asan Ape doth nuttes,
In the corner of his law , firſtmouthes you ,
Then ſwallowes you : ſo when hechath need
Of you , t'is but ſqueeſing of you ,
And ſpunge,you Thall bedry againe, you Chall.
Rof. WelmyLord wee te takeour leave.
Ham Farewell, farewell,God bleſſcyou .
Exit Roſſencraft and Gilderſtone.

Enter Corambis
Cor.Mylord ,the Queene would ſpeakewith you .
Hars. Do you ſee yonder clowdin the Chape of a camello
Cor. T'is like a camell in deed.
Hom . Now methinkesit's like a weafcl.
Cor. T'isback't like a wcafell.
Ham . Or like a whale .
Cor. Very like awhale. exit Coron .
Ham . Why then tellmymother i'le comeby and by.
Good night Horatio .
Hor . Good night vnto your Lordſhip . exitHoratio.
Ham . Mymother Thchath ſent to ſpcake with me:
O God , letne're the heart of Noro enter
This ſoft boſome.
Letmebe cruell,not vnnaturall.
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I willſpeake daggers, thoſeſharpe wordesbeing ſpent,
To docher wrong my foule ſhallne're conſent.
Enter the King
King O that this wet that falles vpon my face
Would waſh the crime cleere from my conſcience !
When I looke up to hcauen , ſee my treſpaſſe,
The earth doth ftill cric out vpon myfact,
Pay methemurder of a brother and a king,
And the adulterous fault I hauc committed :
O theſe are finnes that are vnpardonable :
Why ſay thy ſinnes were blacker then isicat,
Yet may contrition make them aswhite as ſnowe:
Ibut ſtill to perſeuer in a ſinne,
It is an act gainſt the vniuerſall power ,
Moft wretched aian, ſtoope,bend thee to thy prayer ,
Aske grace ofhcauen tokeep thee from deſpaire .

hee kaceles. anters Hamlet

Ham . Iſo , comeforth andworke thy laſt,

And thushee dies : and ſo am I reuenged :
No,not ſo : he tookemy father ſleeping,his ſinsbrim full,
And how his foule ſtoode to the ſtate ofheauen
Who knowes, fauc the immortall
powres,
And ſhall I kill him now ,
When he is purging of his ſoule!
Making hisway forheauen , this is a bencfit,
And notreuenge:no, getthee vp agen ,
(drunke,
When hee's at gameſwaring, taking his carowſe, drinking
Or in the inceſtuous plcaſure ofhis bed ,
Or at ſomeact that hath no reliſh
Of ſaluation in ' ,then trip him
Thathis heelesmay kicke athcauen ,
And fall as lowe ashel:my mother ſtayes,
This phiſicke but prolongs thy weary dayes. exit Ham ,
wo
King My rdes fly vp , my fi nn es romaine be lo w.
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No King on carth is ſafe,ifGods his foc. exit King
Enter Queene and Corambis.
Cor. Madame, I hcare yong Hamlet comming,
l'le ſhrowde my felfe behinde the Arras. exit Cor.
Qucene Doſo my.Lord .
Ham . Mother ,mother, O are you here ?
How ift with you mother ?
Queene How i'ft with you ?
Ham , I'le tell you ,but firſt weele make all ſafe.
Queene Hamlet, thou haſt thy father much offended.
Ham . Mother ,you hauemyfather much offended .
Querne How now boy ?
Ham . How now mother! comehere,ſit downe, for you
Thallheare me ſpeake.
keene Whatwilt thou doc ; thou wilt not murder me:
ielpe hoc.
Cor . Helpe for the Queene.
Ham . Ia Rat,dead for a Duckat.
Raſh intruding foole,farewell,
I tooke thee for thy better.
Queene Hamlet,what haft thou done?
Ham . Not ſo much harme, good mother ,
Asto kill a king,andmarry with his brother.
Qugene How ! kill a king!
Ham . Ia King:nay fit you downe, andere you part,
If you bemade ofpenitrable ſtuffe,
I'le make your eyes looke dowoc into your heart,
And ſee how horride there and blacke it Thews. (words?
Queene Hamlet , whatmean it thou by theſe killing
Ham . Why this I meane,ſee here,behold this pi& urc,
Itis the portraiture, of yourdeceaſed husband ,
See here a face, to outface Mars himſelfc ,
Ao eye, atwhich his foes did tremble at,
A frontwherin all vertues are ſet downe
For to adorne a king , and guild his crowne,
Whoſe heart wenthandin hand cuen with thatvow ,
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Hemade to you in marriage,and he isdead .
Murdred , damnably murdted , this was your husband ,
Looke you now , here is your husband,
With a face like Unlcan .
A looke fit for a inurder and a rape ,
A dull dead hanging looke, and a hell-bred eic,
Toaffright children and amaze the world :
And this ſamehauc you left to changewith this.
WhatDiuell thushath cofoned you athob man blinde!
Alhaue you eyes and can you looke on him
That flew my father , and your deerehusband,
To liue in the inceſtuous pleaſure of hisbed ?
Qucene O Hamlet, ſpcake no more.
Ham . Tolcauc him that bare a Monarkes minde,
For a king ofclowts, of very Nireads.
Iueene Sweete Hamlet ceaſe .
Ham . Nay but ſtill to perſiſt and dwellin finne,
Tofweate vnder the yokeofinfamie ,
To make increaſe of ſhame, to ſcale damnation .
Ouçone Hamlet,nomore .
Ham . Why appetite with you is in thewaine,
Your blood runnes backeward now from whence it came,
Who'le chidehote blood within a Virginsheart,
When luſt fhall dwellwithin a matrons brcaft ?
Queone Hamlet,thou cleaues myheart in twaine.
Ham . O throw away theworfer part ofit,and kcepe the
better .
Enter the ghost in his nigbot gomone.

Saueme,laueme,you gratious
Powers aboue , and houer ouermee,
With your celeftiall wings.
Doc you not comeyour tardy ſonneto chide,
That'I thus long haue let rcuenge ſlippeby:
O do notglare with lookes ſo pittifull !
Left that my heart ofſtoneyeelde to compaſſion ,
And
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And cuery part that ſhould afſift reuonge,
Forgoe their proper powers, and fall to pitty.
Ghoff Hamlet, I once againe appeare to thee,
To put thee in remembrance ofmydeath :
Docnotneglect,nor long time put it off.
Blit I perceiue by thy diſtracted lookes,
Thymother's fearefull,and ſhe ſtands amazde:
Speake to her Hamlet, for her ſex is weake ,
Comfort thy mother , Hamlet, thinke on me.
Ham . How i'lt with you Lady?
Queene Nay ,how i'ltwith you
That thusyou bend your eyes on vacancie,
And holde diſcourſewith nothing butwith ayre?
Ham . Why docyou nothing hearc?
Qucone Not I.
Ham . Nor doe you nothing ſee?
Iweene Noneither. (habite
Ham . No,why ſec thekingmyfather,myfather, in the
Asheliucd, looke you how pale helookes,
See how he ftcales away outof the Portall,
Looke, there he goes. exit ghoft.
Queene Alas,itisthe weakenette ofthy brains,
Which makes thy tongue to blazon thy hearts griefe:
But as I haue a foule,llweare by heauen ,
1 neuer knew of this moſt horride murder:
ButHamlet, this is onely fantaſie ,
And formy loueforget theſe idle fits.
Ham . Idle,no mother,mypulſe doth beatclike yours,
It is notmadneſſc that poſſeſſeth Hamlet.
O mother, if euer you didmy deare father louc,
Forbcare the adulterousbed to night,
And win your felfeby little as youmay ,
In timeit may be you willothéhim quito:
Andmother,butafſift mee in reuenge,
And in his death your infamy ſhall dic .
Qucene Honker, I vow by thatmaieſty,
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Thatknowes our thoughts ,and lookes into ourhearts,
I will conceale,conſent,and doemybeſt,
What ſtratagem foe're thou ſhalt deuiſe.
Ham . It is enough ,mother good night :
Come ſir, l'le prouide for you a graue ,
Whowas in life a fooliſh prating knauc.
Exit Hamlet with the dead body.

Enter the Ring and Lordes.

King Now Gertred ,what fayes our ſonne,how doc you
finde him ?
Queene Alasmylord , as raging asthe ſea:
Whenas he came, I firſt beſpakehim faire,
But then hethrowesand toſſesmeabout,
Asone forgetting that I was hismother:
:

Atlaſt I call'd forhelp : and as I cried,Corambis

Called,which Hamletno ſooner heard,butwhipsme
Outhis rapier,and cries,a Rat,a Rat, and in his rage
Thegood oldeman he killes.
King Why this hismadneſſewill vndoc our ſtate.
Lordes goc to him ,inquire the body out.
Gil. Wewillmy Lord . Excunt Lordes .
King Gertred, your ſonneſhall preſently to England ,
His ſhipping is already furniſhed ,
And wehaue ſent by Roſſencraftand Gilderstone,
Our letters to our dearebrother ofEngland,
For Hamletswelfare and his happineſſe :
Happly the aire and climate ofthe Country
May pleaſe him better than his natiue home:
Seewhere hecomes.

Enter Hamlet and the Lordes.

Gil. My lord ,we can by nomcanes
Know ofhim where thebody is.
King Now Connc Hamlet ,where is this dead body?
Ham . Atſupper, not where he is cating,but
Where
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Where he is caten , a certaine company of politicke Wormes

are cuen now athim .
Father,your fatte King and yourIcaneBeggar
Are but variable feruices, two diſhes to onemeſſe:
Looke you , a man may fiſh with thatworme
That hath caten ofa King ,
Anda Beggar cate that fish ,
Which thatwormchath caught.
King What ofthis ?
Him . Nothing father, butto tell you how a King
May goa progreſſe through the guttes of a Beggar.
King But Tonne Hamlet,where is this body?
Ham . In hcau’n ,if you chance to miſſehim there,
Father ,you had beſt looke in the other partes below
Forhim , aud if you cannot findehim there,
You may chance tonoſehim as you go vp the lobby.
King Makchaſte and findehim out.
Ham . Nay doc you heare ? do notmake too much hafte,
I'le warrant you heeʻle Atay till you comc.
King WellſonneHamlet,wein care ofyou :butſpecially
in tenderpreſeruation of yourhealth ,
The which we price çuen as our proper felfe,
It is our minde youforthwith goe for England ,
The winde fits faire , you ſhallaboorde to night.
Lord Roffencraft and Gilderstone ſhall goc along with you .
Ham . O with allmyheart:farewelmother .
King Your louing father ;Hamlet.
Ham . Mymother I ſay :youmarried mymother,
Mymother is your wife,man and wife is oneAcrh ,
Andro (mymother)farewel:for England hoc.
cxeunt allbut theking
king. Gertred ,lcauemc,
And take your leaue of Hamlet,
To England is he gone,ne're to returne:
Our Letters are unto theKing of England,
That on the light of them ,on his allegeance,
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He preſently without demaunding why,
That Hamlet looſehis head för hemuſt die,
There'smore in him than ſhallow eyes can ſee:
He once being dead , why then our ſtate is free. extr.

Enter Fortenbraſs, Drummeand Souldiers.

Fort. Captaine, from vs goe greete

The king of Denmarke:
Tellhim that Fortenbraſſe nephew to old Norway,
Craues a free palle and conduct ouer his land,
According to the Articles agreed on :
You know our Randevous, gocmarch away . exeunt all.

enter King and Queens

King Hamlet is ſhip't for England,fare him well,

I hope to hcare good newesfrom thence ere long ,
If cuery thing fall out to our content,
As I doemake no doubt but ſoit ſhall.
Qucene God grant it may,heau'nskeep my Hamlet lafe:
But this miſchance ofolde Corambis death ,
Hath pierſed ſo the yong Ofeliaes heart,
That the poore maide, is quite bereft her wittes.
King, Alas deere heart! And on theother ſide,
Wevnderſtand her brother's comefrom France,
And he hath halfe the heart of all our Land,
And hardly hee'le forget his fathersdeath ,
Vnleſte by ſomemeanes hebe pacified .
2n . Óſce where the yong Ofelia is !

Enter Ofelia playing on a Lute,and herhaire

downe ſinging
Ofelia How ſhould I your true loue know
From another man ?
By hiscockle hatte, and his ſtaffc,
And
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And his fandall ſhcone.
White his throwde asmountainefnowe,
Larded with ſweete flowers,
That bewept to the graue did not goe
With true louers ſhowers:
Heis dead and gone Lady,heisdead and gone,
Athis head a graſle greene turffc,
Athisheeles a ſtone.
king How i'lt with you ſweete Ofelia ?
Ofelia WellGod yeeld you ,
It gricuesme to ſee how they laid him in the cold ground,
I could not chuſe butweepe:
And will he not come againc ?
And will henot comeagaine?
No,no,hee'sgonc,and we caſt awaymone,
And heneuerwill come againe.
His beard aswhite as ſnowe:
All Aaxen was his pole ,
Heis dead, he is gone ,
And we caft awaymoane:
God amercy on his foule.
And of allchriften foules I pray God.
God bewith you Ladies,God be with you . exit Ofelia .
king A pretty wretchi this is a change indeede:
O Time,how ſwiftly runncs our ioyes away ?
Content on earth was neuer certaine bred ,
Today welaugh and liue, to morrow dead .
How now ,what noyſe is that ?
A noyſewithin . enter Leartas.

Lear. Stay there untill I come,

O thou vilde king.giue memyfather:
Spcake, cay ,where'smy fathere
king Dead .
Lear . Whohath murdred him ?Speake,i le no
Be juggled with ,for he ismurdred .
Greenc Truc,butnot by him .
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Lew . Bywhome, by hcaui'n I'le be reſolucd.
king. Let him goc Gertred,away, I fearc him not,
There'sfuch diuinitie doth walla king ,
That treaſon dares not lookcon .

Let him goc Gertred,that your father is murdred,

T'is true,and wemoſt ſory for it,
Being the chiefeſt piller of our ſtate:
Therefore will you like a molt deſperate gamſter,
Swoop- ſtake-like,draw atfriend, and foc,and all?
Lear. To his good friends thus wide Plcopemine arms,
And locke them in my hart,but to his foes,
I will no reconcilementbutby bloud.
king Whynow yonſpcake like a moſt louingſonne:
And that in ſoule we ſorrow forforhis death ,
Yourſelfe ere long ſhall be a witneſſe,
Meanc while be patient, and contentyour ſelfe.
Enter Ofelia asbefore.
Lear. Who's this,Ofelia? O my deere fifter !
I'ſt poſſible a yong maides life,
Should be asmortall as an oldemans Cawe?
O heau'ns themſelues! how now Ofelia ?
Ofel. WelGod a mercy, I a bin gathering of floures:
Herc ,here isrew for you ,
You may call it hcarb a grace a Sundayes,
Heere's ſomeformetoo : you muſtweare yourrew
With a difference, there's a dazie .
Here Loue, there'sroſemary for you
Forremembrance : I pray Loue remember,
Andthere's panſey for thoughts .
Lear. A documeatin madnes,thoughts,remenibrance:
O God, o God!
Ofelia There is fennell for you ,Iwould a giu’n you
Some violets , but they allwithered ,when
Myfather died : alas, they ſay the owle was
A Bakers daughter,wefeewhatwe are,
But can not tellwhat weMall be.
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For bonny ſweete Robin is allmyioy .
Lear. Thoughts & afflictions,torments worſe than hell .
Ofel. Nay Loue, I pray you makeno words of this now :
I pray now , you ſhall Ginga downe,
And you a downca,tisa the Kings daughter
And the falle ſteward,andifany body
Aske you of any thing ,ſay you this .
Tomorrow isſaint Valentinesday ,
All in the morning betime,
And a maide at yourwindow ,
Tobe your Valentine:
Theyongman roſe,and dan'd his clothes,
And dupt the chamber doorc,
Let in themaide, that outa maide
Neuer departedmore .
Nay I pray markenow ,
By gifle,and by faint Charitie,
Away,and fie for Chame:
Yongmen willdoo'twhen they cometoo't:
By cockethey are too blame.
Quoth the,before you tumbledme,
You promiſed me to wed .
Sowould Ia done,byyonder Sunne ,
If thou hadftnot come to my bed .
So God be with you all,Godbwy Ladies.
God bwy you Loue. exit Ofelia .
Lear. Griefe vpon griefe,my fathermurdered ,
MyGifter thus diſtracted :
Curſed behis ſoule thatwrought thiswicked act.
king Content you good Leartes for a time,
Although I know your griefe is as a floud,
Brimme full of ſorrow , but forbeare a while ,
And thinke already thercuenge is done
Onhim thatmakes you fuch ahaplelſe ſonne.
Lear. Youhaue preuail'dmy Lord, awhile I'le Itriue,
Tobury griefe within a tombe of wrath ,
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Which once vnhcarſed , then the world (hallheare
Lcartes had a father heheld deere .
king Nomore ofthat, ere many dayes bc donc,
You fhallhcare that you do not dreamc vpon . exeuntom .
Enter Horatio and the Onione.
Hor. Madame, your fonne is ſafe arriv'de in Denmarke,
This letter I cucp now receiv'dofhim ,
Whereas hewrites how he eſcap't the danger,
And ſubtle treaſon that the king had plotted,
Being croſſed by thecontention of thewindes,
Hefound the Packet ſentto the king of England,
Wherein he faw himſelfe betray'd to death ,
Asathis next conuerſion with your grace,
Hewill relate the circumſtance at full.
Queene Then I percciue there's trcalon in his lookes
That ſeem'd to ſugar o're his villanic:
But Iwill ſoothe and pleaſe him for a time,
Formurderousmindes are alwayes jealous,
Butknow not you Horatio where heis?
Hor. YesMadame and he hath appoyntedme
Tomecte him on the caſtſide ofthe Cittic
Tomorrow morning.
Queene O Faile not, good Horatio , and withall, com
A mothers care to him ,bid him a while (mend me
Bewary ofhis preſence,left that he
Faile in that he goes about.
Hor. Madam ,neuer makc doubt of that:
I thinke by this the newsbecome to court:
Heis arriv'de, obſerue theking,and you ſhall
Quickely finde,Hambot beinghere,
Things fellnot to hisminde.
Queene Butwhatbecameof Gilderstone and Roffencraft!
Hor. Hebeing ſetaſhore, they went forEngland ,
And in the Packet there writ down that doome
To be perform'd on them poynted forhim :
And by great chancehehad his fathers Scale ,
So
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So all was done without diſcouerie.
Min Qneene Thankesbe to heaven for bleſſing ofthe prince,
Horatio once again I take ray leaue,
With thowlandmothers bleſſings to my fonne.
Horat. Madam adue.
Enter King and Leartes.
King . Hamlet from England! is itpoſſible ?
What chance is this they are gonc,and he comehome.
Lear . O he is welcome,bymy ſoulehe is :
Atit my jocund hcart doth Icape forioy,
That I ſhall liue to tell him , thus he dies.
king Leartes , contentyourfelfe,be rulde by me,
And you laall haue no let for your reuenge.
Lear . Mywill,notall the world .
King Nay but Leartes,marke the plot I hauclayde,
I hauc heard him often with a greedy wish ,
Vpon ſome praiſe thathehath heard of you
Touching yourwcapon ,which with all his heart,
Hemightbe once tasked for to try your cunning.
Lin. And how for this ?
King Mary Leartes thus: I'le lay a wager ,
Shalbeon Hanless fide, and you ſhall giuç the oddes,
The which will draw him with a more delire ,
To try themaiſtry , that in twelue venies
You gaine not three of him : now this being granted ,
When you are hot in midſt of all your play ,
Among the foylesfhalla keene rapier lie,
Steeped in amixture ofdeadly poylon ,
That ifit drawes butthe caſt drammcofblood ,
In any part of him ,he cannot live:
This being done will free you from ſuſpition ,
And not the deereſt friend that Hamlet loy'de
Will cuerhaue Leartes in fufpc &t.
Lear. Mylord, I like it well:
But ſay lord Hamlet ſhould refuſe thismatch .
King I'le warrant you,wce le puton you
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Such a report of fingularitie ,
Willbring himon ,although against his will.
And left that all ſhould miſſe ,
I'le haue a potion that ſhall ready ſtand ,
In allhis heate when thathe calles for drinke,
Shallbehis period and our happineſſe.
Lear . T'is excellent, О would the timewere come!
Here comes the Queene. enter the Queene.
king How now Gertred,why looke you heauily :
Queene O myLord,the yong Ofelia
Hauing made a garland offundry Cortes offourcs,
Sitting ypon a willow by a brooke,
The enuiousſprig broke,into thebrooke (hefell,
And for a while her clothesſpread wide abroade,
6 Bore the yong Lady vp : and there ſhe fate ſmiling,
Euen Mermaide-like, twixtheauen and earth ,
Chaunting olde ſundry tunes vncapable
Asitwereofher diſtreſſe, but long it could not be,
Till that her clothes ,being heauy with their drinke,
Dragg‘d the ſweete wretch to death .
Lear. So , ſhe is drownde:
Too much ofwaterhaft thou Ofelia ,
Therefore I willnot drownc thee in my teares,
Rcuenge it is muſt yeeld thisheart releefe,
Forwocbegetswoe,and griefe hangson griefe . Exernt.
enter Clowne and an other .
Clowne I lay no , the oughtnot to be buried
In chriſtian buriall.
2. Why ſir?
Clomone Mary becauſc thcc's drownd.
2. But the did not drowne her felfe.
Clowne No, that's certaine,thewater drowndher.
2. Ycabutitwas againſt her will.
Clorone No , I deny that ,forlookeyou ſir, I ftand here ,
Ifthewater come to me, I drowne notmyfelfe:
Butif I goc to thewater, and am there drown'd,
Ergo
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Ergo I am guiltic ofmyowne death:

Yare gone, goe y'are gone fir.
2. I but fee,ſhe hath chriſtian buriall,
Becauſe theis a great woman .
Clowne Mary more's thepitty , that great folke
Should hauemore authoritic to hang or drowne
Themſelues,more than other people:
Goc fetch me a ſtope of drinke,butbefore thou
Gocſt, tellme one thing ,who buildes ſtrongelt ,
Ofa Malon , a Shipwright, or a Carpenter?
2. Why a Malon , for he buildes all of ſtone,
And willindure long .
Clowne That's prety, too't agen ,too't agen .
2. Why then a Carpenter,for hebuildes the gallowes,
And thatbringsmany a one to his long home.
Clowne Prety agen ,the gallowes doth well,mary howe
dooesitwell ? the gallowesdoocswell to them that doeill,
goe get thee gone:
And if any one askethee hereafter,ſay,
A Graue-maker, for the houſes hc buildes
Laft till Doomeſ -day. Fetch mea ſtopeofbeere,goe.

Enter Hamlet and Horatio.

Clorone A picke-axe and a ſpade,
A ſpade for and a winding ſheetc,
Moft fit itis, for t'will bemade, be thromes up aſbouel.
For ſuch a gheſtmoft meetc.
Ham . Hath this fellow any feeling of himſelfe,
Thatisthusmerry in making of a graue?
Seehow the Slaue joles theirheads againſt the earth .
Hor. My lord , Cuſtomehath made it in him ſeemenon
Clowne A pick -axe and aſpade,a ſpade, (thing.
For and a winding fheete ,
Moſt fit it is for to bemade,
Forfucha gheftmoſtmeet.
Ham . Lookeyou , there's another Horatio ,
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Why mai'tnot be thefaull of ſome Lawyer?
Methinkes he ſhould indite that fellow
Ofan action of Batterie ,for knocking
Him about thepate with'sſhouel:now where is your
Quirkes and quillets now ,yourvouchers and
Double vouchers, your leaſes and free-holde,
And tenements ? why that ſameboxe therewill ſcarſe
Holde the conueiance ofhis land,and muſt
The honor lie there! O pittifulltransformance!
Iprethee tell me Horatio ,
Is parchiuentmade of ſheep-skinnes?
Hor. Imy Lorde,and of calues-skinnes too ,
Ham . Ifaith they prooue themſelues ſheepe and calues
That deale with them ,or put theirtruſt in them .
There's another ,whymay not that beſuch a ones
Scull, that praiſed myLord ſuch a oneshorſe,
When hemeant to beg him ? Horatio , 1 prethee
Lets queſtion yonder fellow .
Now my friend,whoſe graue is this?
Clowne Mine fir.
Ham . Butwho muſt lic in it? (fir .
Clowne If I ſhould ſay, I ſhould ,I ſhould licio my throat
Ham . Whatman muſtbeburied here!
Clowne Noman fir.
Ham . Whatwoman ?
Clotone. Nowoman neither for,but indeede
One thatwas a woman .
Ham . An excellent fellow by theLord Horatio,
This ſeauen ycares haue I noted it :the tocofthe pelant,
Comes fo neere the heele of the courtier ,
That lice gawles his kibe, Iprethee tell mce one thing ,
How long willa man lie in the ground before hce rots?
Clowne Ifaith ſir, if hce be not rotten before
Hebe laide in, aswehave many pocky corſes,
Hewill laſt you, eight yeares , a tanner
Willlaſt you cightycares full out,or ninc.
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Ham . And why a tanner ?
Clorone Why his bide isſo tanned with his trade,
That itwill holde outwater,thats a parlous
Deuourer ofyour dead body, a great ſoaker .
Looke you ,heres aſcullhath bin here this dozen ycare,
Letmeſec, I cuer fince our laſt king Hamlet
Slow Fortenbraſſe in combat yong Hamletsfather,
Hec that's inad .
Ham . Imary ,how camehemadde?
Clowne Ifaith very ſtrangely , by looſing ofhis wittes.
Ham . Vpon what ground:
Clowone A this ground, in Denmarke.
Ham . Where is he now ?
Clowne Why now they ſenthim to England.
Ham . To England wherefore ?
Clowne Why they Cay he ſhallhauehis wittes there,
Orithe have not,t'is no greatmatter there,
Itwill notbe ſeene there .
Ham . Why not there?
Clomone Why there they ſay themen arcasmad as hc.
Ham . Whore fcullwas this ?
Clowne This,a plague on him ,amaddc rogues it was,
Hepowred once a whole flagon ofRheniſh ofmyhead,
Why do not you know him ? thiswasone Torickej ſcull.
Ham . Was this ?Iprethec let me ſeeit,alaspoore Yoricke
I knew him Horatio,
A fellow of infinite mirth ,he liath caried mee twenty times
vpon his backe, herehung thoſe lippes that Ihaue Kiſſed a
hundred times and to ſee, now they abhorre me : Wheres
your ieſts now Yoricke ? your flaſhes ofmeriment: now go
to my Ladies chamber , and bid her paint her felfe an inch
thicke, to this ſhemuſt come Toricke. Horatio , I prethee
tellmeonething, dooft thou think that Alexander looked
thus ?
Hor . Euen ſo myLord .
Ham . Andmelt thus?
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Hor. Imy lord, no otherwiſe.
Ham . No,why mightnot imagination worke, asthus of
Alexander, Alexander dicd , Alexander was buried , Alexander
became earth , of earth wemake clay, and Alexander being
but clay, why might not time bringto paſſe,that hemight
ſtoppe the boung hole ofa beerebarrell
Imperious Caſar dead and turnd to clay ,
Might ſtoppe a hole, to keepethewindeaway.
Enter King and Queens, Leartes,and other lordes,
with a Priest afterthe coffin.
Ham . What funerall's this that all the Court laments?
Itthews to be ſome noble parentage :
Stand by awhile.
Lear. What ceremony elſe? ſay,what ceremony elfc?
Prieſt MyLord ,wehauc doneall thatlies in vs,
And more than well the church can tolerate ,
Shehath had a Dirge Sung forhermaiden Coule :
And but for fauour of the king and you ,
Shehad beene buried in the open fieldes,
Where now ſhe is allowed chriftian buriall.
Lear. So , I tell the churliſh Prieſt, a miniſtring Angell
ſhallmy lifter be,when thou liefthowling .
Ham . The faire Ofelia deadı
Queene Sweetes to the ſweete , farewell:
I had thought to adorne thybridalebed ,fairemaide,
And not to follow thee ynto thy graue.
Lear. Forbcare the carth a while :fifter farewell :
Leartesleapes into the grase.
Now powre yourearth on Olympus hic ,
And make a hillto o’re top olde Pellon : Hamlet leapes
Whats he that coniures fo ?
inafter Leartes
Ham . Beholde tis I, Hamlet the Danc.
Lear. The diuell take thy foule .
Ham . O thou praicft not well,
I prethce take thy hand from off my throate,
For there is ſomething in mc dangerous,
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Which letthy wiſedomefeare,holde offthy hand :
I lou’de Ofelia as deere astwenty brothers could:
Show mewhat thou wilt doe forher:
Wilt fight wilt faſt ,wilt pray ,
Wat drinke vp veſſels, cate a crocadile ? Ile doot:
Com'rt thou here to whine?
And where thou talk'it ofburying thee a liuc,
Here letys ſtand : and letthem throw on vs,
Whole hills of earth, all with theheighth therof,
Make Ooſell as a Wart .
King. Forbcare Leartes, now is hee mad ,as is the ſea,
Anone asmildeand gentle as a Doue :
Therfore awhile giuc his wildehumour fcope.
Ham . What is the reaſon fir that you wrongmee thus?
Ineuer gaueyou cauſe : but ſtand away ,
A Cat willmeaw ,a Dog willhaue a day.
Exit Hamlet and Horatio.
Qucene. Alas, it is hismadnesmakes him thus,
And not hisheart, Leartes.
King. My lord , t'isſo : butwee'le no longer trifle,
This very day ſhallHamlet drinke his laſt ,
For preſently we meane to ſend to him ,
Therfore Leartesbein readynes.
Lear. Mylord,till then my foule will not be quiet.
King. ComeGertred,wee'lhaue Leartes ,and our ſonno,
Made friendsand Louers, asbefittes them both ,
Euen as they tender vs,and loue their countric.
Queene God grantthey may. exeunt omnes.
Enter Hamlet and Horatio
Ham . beleeuemee,itgreeues mee much Horatio,
That to Leartes I forgotmy felfe :
Forbymy felfe mc thinkes I fecle his griefs,
Though there's a difference in each others wrong.
Enter Bragart Gentleman .
Horatio,butmarkcyon water-flic,
The Courtknowes him ,butheknowesnotthe Court.
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Gent. Now God ſauc thee ,fwcete prince Hamlet.
Ham . And you fir: foh ,how the muske- cod (mels!
Gen. Icomewith an emballage from hismaieſty to you
Ham . Iſhall fir giue you attention :
Bymy troth methinkes i is very colde.
Gent. It is indeede very rawiſh colde.
Ham . T'ishotine thinkes.
Gent. Very ſwoltery hote:
TheKing, ſweete Prince.hath layd a wager on your fide,
Six Barbary horſe,againſt ſix french rapiers ,
With all their acoutrements too ,a the carriages :
In good faith they are very curiouſly wrought.
Ham . The cariages fır ,1 do notknow what youmeane.
Gent. Thegirdles, and hangers fir, and ſuch like.
Ham . The worde had beenemore coſin german to the
phraſe,ifhe could haue carried the capon by his ſide,
And howe's the wager ? I vnderſtand you now .
Gent. Mary ſır, that yong Leartes in twelue venies
AtRapier and Dagger donot get threeoddes of you ,
Andon your ſide theKing hath laide,
And deſires you to bein readineſſe.
7 Ham . Very well,if theKing dare venturehiswager,
I dare venturemy skull:when muſt this be ?
Gent. MyLord ,preſently,theking,and hermaieſty ,
With thereſtof the beſt iudgement in the Court,
Are coinming downc into the outward pallace.
Ham . Goc tell hismaieftie, I wil attend him .
Gent. I ſhall deliuet your inoſt ſweet anſwer. exit.
Ham . You inay ſir, none better fory'arefpiced ,
Elle he had a bad noſe could not ſmell a foole .
Hor. Hewill diſcloſehimſelfewithout inquirie.
Ham . BeleeuemeHoratio, my hart is on the fodaine
Very fore, all here about.
Hor. My lord,forbeare thechallenge then.
Ham NoHoratio, not I.if danger be now ,
Why then it isnotto come,theres a predeſtiuate prouidence.
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in the fall of a ſparrow :heere comes the King .
Enter King , Qnecne,Leartes,Lordes.
King Now ſonnc Hamlet,wehane laid vpon your head ,
And make no queſtion but to haue thebeſt.
Ham . Your maieftie hath laide a the weaker fide.
Ring Wedoubt itnot,deliuer them the foiles.
Ham . First Leartes, heere's my hand and loue,
Proteſting that Ineuer wrongd Leartes.
If Hamlet in hismadneſle did amille,
Thatwas not Hamlet , buthis madnes did it ,
And all the wrong Ie're did to Leartes,
I here proclaimewasmadnes ,therefore lets be at peace,
And thinke I hauc hotmine arrow o're thehouſe,
Andhurt my brother .
Lear . Sirl am fatisfied in nature ,
But in termes ofhonor l'le ſtand aloofe,
And willno reconcilement,
Tillby fome elder maiſters ofour time
Imay be ſatisfied .
King Gius them the foyles.
Ham . I'le be your foyle Leartes,theſefoyles,
Hauc all a laught,come on ſir : 4 bit .
Lear. Nonone. Heerethey play
Ham . Iudgement.
Gent. A hit, a moft palpable hit.
Lear . Well, comeagaine. Theyplay againe.
Ham . Another. Iudgement.
Lear. I, I grant, a tuch , a tuch .
King Here Hamlet,the king doth drinkea health to thee
Queene Here Hamlet,take mynapkin ,wipe thy face.
King Give him the wine.
Ham . Set it by , I'le haue another bowt firſt,
I'le drinke anone.
Queene Here Hamlet,thy mother drinkes to thee.
Shee drinkes.
King Donot drinkeGertred : Ot'is thc poyſned cup !
Ham .
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Ham . Leartes come,you dally with me,

I pray you paſſe with yourmoſt cunningſt play.
Lear. Il fay you ſo ? haue at you ,
Ile hityou now my Lord :
And yet it goesalmoſt againt myconſcience.
Ham . Come on fir.

They catch one anothers Rapiers,andboth are wonnded ,

Leartes fallesdowne, the Queene fallesdowne and dies.

King Looke to the Queene.

Queenc_O the drinke, the drinke,Hamlet,the drinke.
Ham . Treaſon ,ho,keepethe gates.
Lords HowiſtmyLord Leartes!
Lear. Euen as a coxcombe ſhould ,
Fooliſhly ſlaine with my owne weapon :
Hamlet ,thou haſt not in thee half an houre oflife,
The fatall Inſtrument is in thy hand.
Vnbated and iovenomed: thymother's poyſned
That drinke wasmadefor thee.
Ham . The poyſned Inſtrumentwithin myhand?
Then venome to thy venome,die damnd villaine:
Comedrinke, here lies thy vnion here . The king dies .
Lear. O heisiuftly ſerued :
Hamlet.before Idie , here takemyhand ,
And withall,my loue : Jdoe forgiuethee. Leartes dies.
Ham . And I thee, O I am dead Horatio ,fare theewell,
Hor. No, I am more an antike Roman ,
Then a Dane,here is ſome poiſon left.
Ham . Vpon myloue I charge theeletit goe,
Ofic Horatio, and if thou ſhould die,
What a ſcandaic would't thou leauc behinde?
What tongue ſhould tell the ſtory of our deaths,
If not from thec? O myheart ſinckes Horatio ,
Minecyes haue loſt their fight,my tongue his vſe :
Farewel Horatio,hcauen recciuemyCoule. Ham . dies.
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Enter Voltemar and the Ambaſſadors from England.
enter Forienbrafle with his traine.
Fort. Whereis this bloudyſight?
Hor. Ifaught ofwoe or wonder you'ld behold ,
Then looke vpon this tragickeſpectade.
Fort. O imperious death !how many Princes
Haft thou atonedraftbloudily ſhotto death ? (land,
Ambaf. Our amballie that we haue brought from Eng
Where be theſe Princes that ſhould heare ys ſpeake?
O moſtmoftynlooked for timel vnhappy country.
Hor. Contentyour ſelucs,leſhew to all, the ground,
The firſt beginning of this Tragedy :
Let there a ſcaffold be rcarde vp in themarket place,
And let the State of the world be there :
Where you shallhcare ſuch aſad ſtory tolde,
That neuer mortallman could more ynfolde.
Fort . I hauefomerights of memory to this kingdoma,
Which now to claimemy leiſure doth inuitemce:
La foure ofour chiefeſt Captaines
Beare Hamlet like a fouldier to his graue:
Forhewas likely ,had he liued ,
Toaprou'dmoſt royall.
Take up thebodic, ſuch a fight as this
Becomes the fieldes, butherc doth much amille

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